The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 523

Flora's POV:

Because Geoffrey himself gave the order, the gatekeepers had no choice but to walk towards the gate in an orderly fashion.

With a loud creak, the gate slowly swung open. Through the opening, I could already see that many werewolves on the other side of the wall had gathered. They must have been attracted by the commotion we had made earlier when we fought off the guards.

Their faces were pale and thin, their eyes sunken and lifeless. Old and young werewolves alike, no matter their age, they all shared a similar look.

I couldn't help but turn around and look at the werewolves who lived inside the wall.

They were all well-dressed. Some even wore a hat and a tie to breakfast, which made them look inexplicably affluent and formal. I also noticed the looks on their faces. They all glared at the werewolves outside the wall with disdain. Some of them even took out clean, perfumed handkerchiefs to cover their noses, as though they could smell the werewolves from the other side of the wall.

A few ragged and emaciated children with big, bright eyes looked to us with curiosity. "The gate can be opened?!" "What're they wearing? They look so beautiful!"

"I can smell bread. It smells so good..."

One of the children was bold enough to take a step forward, sniffing the air with great interest. But an adult soon yanked him backward.

"Don't step out of line, or else the vampires will eat you."

What a stark contrast!

The werewolves outside the wall just looked at us silently. None of them dared to make a noise, as though they were hollow scarecrows pecked at by wild birds.

Standing beside Warren, I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach.

Geoffrey turned to us and smiled. "What¹ re you waiting for?"

I pursed my lips unhappily and tugged at Warren's sleeve. "Let's go."

In order to let the werewolves in the back of the crowd see it, I raised the petition papers high above my head.

"Just trust me. As long as you sign this petition, we will do our best to help you. This wall should never have existed. You are also the members of the werewolf race. You shouldn't have become vampire prey!" I looked around at the dirty faces in front of me and felt a lump in my throat.

But, to my surprise, no one spoke. Other than the howling wind, it was as though time itself had stopped.

I was stunned and refused to believe what I was seeing, so I repeated what I had just said.

But I was still met with silence. No one spoke or stepped forward. They all exchanged glances but tacitly maintained silence.

They didn't even react, as though they were sneering at me quietly.

Trembling slightly, I lowered my hands. I felt as though my heart had been stabbed with a sharp knife, and it bled painfully.