Chapter 28 Blue Is The Color Of Fear

• It was night, Dylan entered the bar dragging the long black coat across the wooden floor. The place was half lit, giving a cozy air to the establishment. The king sat in front of the bartender, near the counter. There was hardly anyone there that day, after all, they were in the middle of the week.
• The werewolf in front of him looked at him with yellow eyes. He was big, tall and strong. The brown skin and muscles highlighted by the red plaid shirt that was with the sleeves rolled up to the beginning of the elbow.
• “Go away, little prince. We do not accept magicians here.” — growled.