The atmosphere inside the Lykon Haven meeting hall buzzed with tension. The Voladine party, the one backing Varrel, had already taken their seats, lined up beside one of the candidates for the next King of Lykon Haven. Their faces looked restless, eyes flicking toward the judge panel seated in front of them.
Voices within the party were split in two; one side still stubbornly insisting on defending Varrel, while the other was already convinced they had to let him go.
The candidate for King rubbed at his temples. He would keep Varrel, sure, mostly because that countryside wolf had poured a hell of a lot of money into the party. And it was no secret that thanks to Varrel's wealth, they'd risen to be one of the leading powers in Lykon Haven. But what the hell was the use of all that money if the public despised Varrel and wouldn't cast a single vote for him later?
