My father was Ethan Duncan. He was the lycan king who ruled the werewolves.
His hall was located on the other side of the imperial palace. When I stepped into the hall, I saw him sitting upright on his throne, concentrating on the book in his hands.
"Father..." I bowed in front of him.
"You're back." My father put down the book, picked up a handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed. "Sit down. You must be tired after the long journey."
"I only did what I have to do." I stood still and looked at my father indifferently.