Chapter 48

Lucius's grip on Vincent loosened as he tossed him aside, the urgency of the situation driving him forward. He walked with purpose toward Thane, seeking his brother's perspective on the unfolding confrontation. The werewolves in the courtyard watched with bated breath as Azaroth remained in the forefront, his imposing figure commanding the attention. He reached his brother, their gazes locking in silent communication. Thane's eyes were wide with concern, his voice laced with unease as he clutched Lucius's hand. "We've heard the stories about Azaroth. He possesses dark magic. What do you think you're doing, brother ?" A small smile formed on Lucius' lips as his eyes turned to black, "I am going to greet our visitor." A resonant howl pierced the night, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. It was a howl like no other, one that conveyed a summons, a call to gather that was impossible to ignore. Fearful eyes turned toward the palace. The sight of Azaroth stru