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Right away, Wallace’s face started turning red, then purple.

His feet kicked in the air, and he didn’t even manage to shift into his wolf.

He was spun around, forced to look at the creature that was now his executioner... and he knew there was no escape.

Eyes wide open, choking and twitching uncontrollably, the next Alpha was strangled without mercy.

Memento was still frozen in shock.

"William… it’s true… the King… the King is here…" he mumbled in his son’s arms.

"Yeah, Dad. But he says he’s not the King… there’s some complicated stuff I don’t understand," William replied, adjusting the kilt one of his men had handed him.

Suddenly, the entire pack began to kneel.

Who else, if not the King, could look so damn powerful?

Khalum had a splitting headache.

He tossed the lifeless body of that idiot aside and checked to make sure Lyra was okay.

King or not, he didn’t care.

He walked to his she-wolf and scooped her up in his arms. Curious eyes peeked at him from every corner.

"Take us