Chapter 513

• The first order to be carried out was in front of me. The king of the wolves, on his throne, stared at me coldly. Ethan stood out for his imposing stature, tall and robust. His skin was medium-toned, his brown hair was short, and his almond-shaped eyes gave him a penetrating expression. A discreet beard subtly altered the perception of his oval face, accentuating his broad nose. His clothes were elegantly designed and impeccably white. Overall, his profile was harmonious and beautiful compared to most men I had ever met.
• Ethan had inherited the throne a little over a thousand years ago and had a terrible reputation. It was said that because he had never found his mate and promised the queen, he had become cold and ruthless. Although the werewolves’ territory was open to witches, the law was clear— any witch who seduced a wolf with a mate was sentenced to death.
• Ellis said I had nothing to worry about, that although he had a serious and terrifying facade, he was a fair and compassionate person. What really frightened me was the imposing and oppressive energy he emanated. He was someone who made no effort to hide his immense magical energy. For naturally sensitive witches, this could lead to two paths—the first was the desire to seduce him; the second, as in my case, was fear.