#Chapter 68 An Unwanted Answer

~Grace~ “Come in,” the voice on the other side of the door called. It had to have been the Lycan Elder, it sounded croaky and coarse. I had just knocked on the door to his room, and I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt nervously. I knew this would likely be a hard conversation to have, and with no one to support me… It would be even more difficult. What would he think of me accusing him? Would he throw me out of the clan? I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob. No matter what happened, I had to try. I stepped in and took a look around. The room was small and cramped. Stuff spilled over shelves and sat on desks, it all looked like old things, memorabilia. Quickly, I zoned in on the Elder Lycan, who was resting in a leather armchair. He was a grey-haired, small man, his eyes narrow but large behind thick glasses. I stood in the doorway, unsure of where to go. “Miss Grace Windsong, the soon-to-be co-leader of the Black Lycan clan,” he said. When he talke