Chapter 444: The Exchange Students

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** With the Elf King in a coma and the elven race leaderless, the Great Elder’s sudden resignation was bound to plunge the elven society into another upheaval. Typically, I would have been attentive to such developments, analyzing every possible outcome, assessing the opportunities and risks it posed to the werewolf pack. But now, I found myself detached, unable to muster the energy to care about the affairs of foreign clans. My own turmoil consumed me entirely. I watched the unfolding events in a daze, silent and immobile like a stone figure. My thoughts were elsewhere, focused on the ruins of the palace. Was Leviathan still lurking among the debris? Anger ignited within me as I gazed at the shattered remnants of what had once been a symbol of power. Everyone was paying the price for the calamity, suffering losses, and bearing the weight of despair. But what about the architect of this destruction? Was Leviathan, the source of our misery, simply going to walk aw