Chapter 137. The Problem

Panic clawed at my insides, threatening to consume me, sensing the demon's powers invaded my mind once again. It was like being trapped in a nightmare, unable to move or speak, while the world moved around me in slow motion.

"So this is the A-team that wants to try and knock the crown off my head?" Astaroth laughed, clapping slowly. "A Lycan and his... bitch! A few Alphas and A Luna who, frankly I think has bigger balls than most of the men in here and... of course, a couple of traitors!" He asked as he strode into the room, exuding power and dominance, and it wasn't just because of the fancy suit he wore or the air of authority he carried. It was the dark energy pulsating from him, wrapping around me like tendrils of darkness, rendering me immobile.

"Kane, Pops?" I tried to say, but my lips refused to work, and nothing came out. I could still see them, could still follow Astaroth's movements with my eyes, but everything else was frozen.

"They can'