Chapter 62. Welcome To La Gomera

Lancelot was almost halfway across the room when Ahab called out to him. It felt strange for the king of witches to allow the crowned prince of the greatest pack in the werewolf kingdom, leave in such a manner. He did not know what Athaliah was up to, but he wanted to make it up to Lancelot in one way or another; tradition demanded he did so.

“Prince Lancelot.”

The seemingly cheerful voice of the king caused Lancelot to stop on his tracks. While his blood was still boiling with rage, he turned back to the king, only because he was not out of their presence yet, and whatever he did now would alter the result of his test; positively or negatively. Lancelot couldn’t afford the latter.

“Your highness.” Lancelot replied, placing both his hands behind his back. He did not want Athaliah to see them curved into fists, incase Ahab said anything to anger him further.

“I would make sure I send representatives of my kingdom to grace your coronation. It is the least I can