[GRANT]
"You touch my Erasthai, Ferhat, and Acrod will burn to the ground this instant," Zaire warned casually as he got up, while casually playing with fireballs in his hands as if it was the norm for them.
There was nothing that could have prepared Grant for this.
He had known that having these two in his throne hall was madness, but then it wasn't like he could stop them because they were here in their right as the Lord of werewolves and a protector who was definitely more powerful than all the wolves here.
Making an enemy of Zaire was a terrible idea.
Even worse than making an enemy out of Lord Lucius and Grant knew he had to think fast. He could see that everyone in the room was scared.
How they knew for certain that one of the damn fireballs in Zaire's palms was bound to hit something if they didn't give him a good enough reason, and there was no denying that any of them would be a victim of the man they didn't even know how to protect themselves from.
