The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 533

Geoffrey's POV:

Seeing the frightened looks on the faces of these young werewolves from the imperial capital city made me inexplicably happy.

This group of self-righteous, arrogant werewolves thought that they could just interfere in other people's business.

How ridiculous!

"Look at each and every one of them carefully. They're the so-called culprits you keep accusing me to be! I'm not the only one who made this city into a living hell!" I threw my head back and laughed like a madman. "Everything has its cause and effect, but you only chose to look at the surface."

I said this not only to buy time for the reinforcements to come, but also because I wanted them to know their folly. These naive, hypocritical imperial city-dwellers probably had never seen real suffering in their lives.

"You said yourself that since the vampire race and the werewolf race signed the truce agreement, vampires stopped invading the territory of the werewolf race. So why would the werewolves build this wall?" Rufus asked in a low voice.

I snorted. "Okay, then. Since you asked, I'll tell you. Yes, it's true that the werewolves 'won' against the vampires, so the two races signed a truce agreement. But what you don't know is that, in fact, the werewolf race had been defeated. The three packs in the border area were ceded and ruled by vampires for three years as the price of the defeat."

"How come we've never heard of this?" Warren looked at me with a dubious frown.

"Because the lycan king covered it up, of course. He needed to stabilize the nation and if the people knew about our defeat, it'd only stir up trouble for him," I explained coldly.

I felt suffocated whenever I recalled those dark days.

"For three whole years, we were ruled by vampires. Do you know what kind of life we had? At the time, the hunting ground was not limited to that area outside the wall. All the packs at the border was a hunting ground for the vampires. They hunted, killed, bullied, and spat on werewolves in public here. For three whole years, we were helpless, hopeless, and powerless. Trust me, it was much more miserable than it is now."

I closed my eyes and winced in pain at the memory. When I was young, I wanted to stay optimistic and was determined to work for the empire.

But the empire only brought me endless disappointment and despair.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke of my parents. "My father was still alive at the time, and he was still the Alpha of our pack. He was the first one who found out that this place was going to be ceded. He could've escaped with our family and avoided all the pain that was coming.

But he loved the werewolves here as much as he loved his own son. Even though the royal family had given up on us, he refused to do the same."

As I spoke of this, my voice was choked with sobs. Even though I had been in office for many years and experienced countless dark moments, I still couldn't control my emotions when it came to my father and mother.

If only they had lived...

"So what happened later?" Flora asked anxiously. "In the end, my father only had the time to transfer a small number of werewolves. Our family and most of the werewolves were intercepted by vampires. We couldn't escape. My mother... She was captured by the vampires," I said with resentment. "In the end, my father and werewolves of the pack had no choice but to build a high wall in the city to protect all the weak werewolves, and the other young and strong werewolves guarded outside the wall to resist the vampires who came to attack. Those vampires certainly wouldn't have allowed the wall to be built, so they kept attacking and harassing us, even threatening us with my mother's life."