LEWISLia knelt on the ground. Despite the raging windstorm, around her, the air was solemn.I lowered my eyes and sighed. I was worried for Lia. But more than that, my heart was breaking for her. I raised a hand and placed it over my heart.‘If my heart could only bleed for her, then I would,’ I sighed as I sat beside my mate in comfort.“Amna,” I softly said as to not disturb Lia.Immediately, a dark figure appeared before me. He was an old man with a long white beard, focused eyes, and imposing manner.Amna immediately lowered his head and gave me a bow.“Master,” he said, very respectfully.Amna - the third king of the werewolves, and the werewolf who held the greatest healing magic in history.To be exact, he was but the soul of Amna that I summoned and materialized through my power, with his full consciousness and knowledge like whe
Read more