Chapter 22 Fury!

• Percival paced back and forth in the garden, furious. He couldn't understand how his nephew Atticus could dare to challenge his authority. Maybe it was because Atticus was the heir and had inherited the alpha traits that ran through his blood. As he fumed in his lupine state, Percival heard an urgent voice calling him.
• “Your Majesty, they need you in the throne room,” Moloch said, bowing in reverence.
• Percival stared at Moloch with a dim glare, his face twisted in anger. The poor man cowered even more under his gaze. “Who does that brat think he is, challenging me like this? I am the KING!” he roared.