Chapter 29

The Lycan King paced around the room as he stared at the food in front of him. He didn't feel like eating. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. He felt kind of weird as if something that was inside him had departed from him.

The Lycan King, his silver fur shimmering in the dim candlelight, paced restlessly around the opulent chamber. His piercing yellow eyes fixed on the sumptuous feast laid out before him, but his appetite was nonexistent. His massive paws left faint impressions on the lush carpet, a reflection of his inner turmoil.

Seated at the head of the long, ornate table was his trusted advisor, Elara, a striking she-wolf with midnight-black fur and wise, amber eyes. She observed the King's unease with a concerned gaze, her keen senses picking up on his restless energy.

"My liege," Elara ventured cautiously, her voice carrying a soothing tone, "Is something amiss? You seem... distant."

The King's gaze snapped t