CHAPTER 24 IT WOULD BE ME

The werewolf council comprised of eight members, the eldest one to exist since the beginning of rule was Lord Clesmond living in the gigantic forests of Yarenis- the dark woods in the depths of the werewolf kingdom. He had given up the weight of his responsibility to his youngest and dearest son Avalon, walking the path of salvation himself by being a sage. The oldest house in the capital now belonged to Avalon who led the elders despite him being younger, a little over 100 years. The hardwood door creaked under the force of incessant knocking, it wasn't a small humble adobe but instead a full furnished wooden cottage of three stories making it stands out in the near locality. A small, chubby woman with her hair professionally styled in a neat bun opened the door, her white uniform indicated her status of housemaid. She is going to shout on the person disrupting her sleep so late at night but her voice died as soon as she registered the man standing infront of her. Her dark eyes