My heart pounded as I watched the King approach with the council of elders, their steps slow, deliberate, the weight of the moment pressing down on all of us.
They moved toward the center of the square where the beast had been laid down by the strong werewolves. Right beside it lay the Fulak beast—once terrifying, now looking small, almost inconsequential.
The strange beast dwarfed it, so massive and heavy that it had taken more than thirty men to drag it from the forest into the square. The King had even sent more men to assist because they hadn't allowed us to help them with our magic.
Rules, always rules.
I shifted uneasily, watching the King's eyes widen as he came within a few feet of the creature. The disbelief etched on his face was mirrored in the expressions of the elders behind him.
The people had been sent home to avoid crowding the square, but their absence did little to ease the thick, suffocating tension in the air.
Then I noticed him.
