Chapter 145

• To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Sitting on the throne didn't make their stares less intense. They didn't utter a word, but I could tell they had so much to tell. They didn't seem to be accommodating at all, and I could understand why. The reason became more prominent when an old man got up from his chair and stepped forward. The man's stride rivalled his age. He looked like he couldn't stand for a second. But the way he walked made me take that thought and shove it down somewhere else.
• “He's a werewolf,” Chris whispered, noticing how I was struggling to place his species. I knew we were in a place filled with people of different tribes because of their sitting positions. Blonde-haired people sat in one line, the same with the others. The throne room was divided by hair colour, each tribe clustering together like segregated islands.
• Clearing his throat, he fixed his grey eyes on me before he focused on my mates. “Forgive me for this, my kings, but this isn't something you expect us to take in with a glad heart. You left the Kingdom years ago, leaving us to our devices. The men you appointed guarded us. For years, we lived without a king, only for you to return and spring this on our faces? To recognize a human as our queen? Outrageous.”