Chapter One-Twenty-Six: Plain Sight

“We represent the United League of Werewolves based in Chrysalis.”

The man that introduced himself as Fredric begins.

“Have you heard of us?”

The league was akin to the council, only they worked for all werewolves and sometimes in tandem with humans and other leagues like witches, vampires, or dragons to maintain a good relationship between the two.

They were bigger than a kingdom or pack, contained mostly geniuses or highly gifted individuals, and were somewhat above laws because they were the law.

After placing the flower on the eighth coffin and paying my respects, my gaze turns to the two men.

They were young, far too young to be part of an organisation that has existed since the primitive years.

“Go on. It might be in your best interest to speed up the conversation; after all, you only have …”

I turn my gaze to my basket, and…it is still full.

Great

“Thirty flowers left?”

Benson adds before straightening his glasses.

“You give each coffin approximately two minutes, and by that ra