CHAPTER 12: THE MATE HE NEVER ASK FOR

• There is no merit for what Midas have done.
• The council are enrage. He looks calm, his composure is steady unlike those who had accompanied him with bared canines, and growl. To know that a blood had been shed, the Palace floor fed on their own species, just because of a human coincide with their fury, angst and madness that could be seen. The council had been composed of 5 men, they are one of the oldest member, the elderly who had become the advisor of the King. They are already appointed even before he reign, and there is nothing he can do to sealed their lips, shut, but Midas is not buying at how much they try, and soiled whack the dominion over him, when they are failing miserably.
• “How can you smeared the blood of our clan on the Palace, your majesty?” The oldest of them trembled. He had a greying hair, but he is not as old as it seems. Unlike human, the way they age is much slower. Years could past appease even decades and the same features, the youth that human thrives would remain. They would have lines on their visage, yet it would take ages. Normally, it is possible for them, the wolves to die of old age, but apart from that they could also peril by means of getting killed, much worst poisoned by their enemies.