Chapter 18 - The King

The air was cold, the wind harbouring a frosty harshness. The breeze is riled up, and harsh across the skin of a man who was standing in the middle of the town square surrounded by several cabins and villas.

Dim, grey clouds clump together, blanketing the daylight and painting everything a dull grey. The Colour seems to be stripped away from nature. The leaves seem limp and flaccid. The trees are drying, with trunks that are crumbling and deteriorating.

The soil is lifeless and no longer provides life, now instead trapped by a thin layer of white frost. The sun is almost disappearing behind the high peaks of the snowy mountains so there was no hope left.

All supernatural beings whether vampires, werewolves or shapeshifters were gathered on the ground facing that man who was wearing a red cloak over his sleek navy suit while wearing a subtle smile on his soft rosy lips.

"I, Nicholas Night grateful to have you all with me today," The King of werewolf addressed the crowd.

The crowd was s