Oberon had finished writing all the letters he had intended to write. With the help of the neighboring pack, his letters were sent to the packs where his pack mbers were scattered in.
He was waiting for them to arrive first before Aegis’s warriors and elders would be taken care of.
He sighed as he sat alone in his study room, trying to think of a way to take care of Aegis’s Elders, and his warriors.
"It would be hard just driving them from the houses since they are Lycans, and have more strength," he muttered.
"At the sa ti, those people really need to leave," he bit his lips, darting his eyes.
"How do I make them leave those houses before my pack returns?" He rested on the chair, and clasped his hands together.
He thought about it for a while.
’Calling them to the palace is an idea. They would think Aegis is the one calling them.’’ He heard the voice in his head say.
His eyes brightened, and he grinned, "Well, what do you know? This will actually work," he rubbed his chin.
"The only issue at hand, is how to get my pack here instead of going to their hos, so Aegis’s warriors, and Elders would co here first, then they can go back to their houses in peace," he chuckled.
"That is a nice idea," he knocked on the table, feeling pleased with himself.
"I would have to compensate them sohow," he smiled sadly, "It is my fault that all this happened them," he stood up, and left his study room, heading to the throne room again.
He was the only one in the palace, so his plan was going to be a bit slow, as he could not send ssages to the Elders.
"How do I get them to co here?" He groaned, his hands behind him.
His eyes widened when another thought ca into his head. He had already discovered he was a Lycan now, why not.exploit his powers?
"If I can not send letters, I could send so good howling," he mumbled, and snapped his fingers.
He turned on his heels, and moved towards the living room, taking long strides.
He got to the living room, and stopped, looking around.
"Hm, it is not the sa when you are in a palace. Good thing kings have maids, and guards even though they do not have family," he blinked, taking in the unusual silence of the palace.
He walked to the door, and got outside. He had to channel his ssage effectively, and quickly.
He closed his eyes so he could shift. The last ti he had done it with probably a nerd to defeat a Aegis. Now, he wasn’t in a battle ground.
"You have to do this. If not for yourself, do it for your people," he told himself.
He growled as he went down on his knees and arms. There was bright light, and he erged as a werewolf.
He howled in excitent, and trotted around for a while, acknowledging the fact that he just shifted.
Rembering he had sothing to do, he stopped what he was doing, and prepared himself for howling.
"Aouuuuu!"
He howled again, his each howls containing the ssages he wanted to convey.
He howled again for so number of tis before finally stopping. Wagging his tail, he wondered if they would listen to him as he doubted if Aegis ever howled to send ssages.
He shifted back to his human form, and walked back inside.
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Aegis’s Elders, and his warriors began to troop in one by one. They all went to the throne room, and waited there for Aegis.
Soon, the throne room was brimming full with Aegis’s Elders and warriors.
"Why would Aegis invited the warriors too? What does he want with them? Does he want to start another war?" Thorne muttered to himself, furrowing his brows.
They all waited patiently for Aegis to arrive before they could proceed with any kind of eting.
"Why is he taking so long to respond? Who calls an impromptu eting, and also keeps the others waiting?" Thorne clenched his fists, getting irritated for having to wait that long for Aegis.
The door to the throne room opened, and he walked in.
Silence fell on the room as they all noticed it was Oberon and not Aegis.
"What is going on? How is this possible?" One of Aegis’s warriors shouted.
Oberon held his hand up, "I will explain everything. Just calm down," he chuckled.
"What is the Alpha still doing here? I thought Aegis had gotten rid of him?" He heard one of the warriors say to his colleague.
He turned in the direction of the voice, and shook his head, "Apparently, you should be the one who is not here," he grinned in a very disturbing way.
He extended his index and middle fingers, curving them into claws. His thumb pressed against his palm, forming a fang shape, his remaining fingers folded against his palm.
A powerful, concentrated, beam of light shot at the warrior who had earlier called him an Alpha. He fell to the ground, seriously wounded on his chest, arms, and face.
"He used the wolf fang?"
"How dare you dishonor a pack like that? Where is your respect?" Throne scread at him.
"Quit raising your voice at or you will be next," Oberon told him calmly.
The whole room was thrown in shock, "How can he say such words? He is just a child!"
"I will not hesitate to kill anyone who calls a child. You do not have the right to say that, not after all you put through," he shook his head in disapproval.
He sauntered towards the throne, with a small satisfied smile in his eyes.
He got to the throne, and caressed the armrests for a while, the others silently watching him.
He turned to face them, "Hehe," and he sat on the throne in front of them.
"This over here," he tapped the armrest, "belongs to , and none of you can do absolutely anything about it," he chuckled.
One of Aegis’s warriors got enraged, and ran towards the throne, "I swear, I will kill you today!"
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