Chapter 110

Shelbrooke gripped a handful of his hair and walked the length of his den. He had a much better understanding of people who stated they were frustrated to the point of pulling their hair out. Yes. He now had that feeling. He'd waited years for the Onyx to be theirs and if patience was what would win it over, he'd done that over and over again. What else could he have done to get that stone? The one that could change the lives of his generation. Earning him the legendary name of a warrior King who brought back the heritage of the Werecats. He heard Gorge's boot click on the floor as he walked in. "How many men do we have now?" "We have over a hundred of them, your Highness," Gorge replied, bowing slightly. "Do I have to force out words from your mouth before I know the actual number of soldiers we have now?" He grimaced. "One hundred and fifty. Most of them were very stubborn and their family wouldn't let them be. We had to force..." "I didn't ask for all those stories. Neithe