Chapter 181
Vladimir
Tonight, the moon bled, a reminder that the Lycans had a new King.
"I have a task for you," I said, staring at Tatiana through the mirror. She took a sip from her wine.
"I'm listening," she replied.
"Find Tristan's wife," I said. "And bring her here alive."
Tatiana smirked as she set the wine down and stood up. "I will do just that, with the prisoner."
...
Inside the dim throne room, I knelt on the cold floor, surrounded by warriors in their Lycan forms. They circled me, chanting in the ancient Wolverine language as the ritual to crown the next King of Lycans began.
After some time, they stepped back, and two Elders came forward. One carried an ancient dagger, created by a powerful witch and forged from moonstone. The other carried a small bowl filled with the dark blood of the Elders, mixed with werewolf venom.