But this is the territory of the Elephant Clan, and such anger can't be vented here.
Isaac Vaughn stood in the corner, fingers gently brushing the edge of his skirt.
Concealing the scar left by Silas Shaw when he plucked out his scales.
Thinking of the pain of his scales being torn out, his eyes instantly turned cold.
The last time Seraphina Caldwell helped him grow new scales, they were brutally ripped apart by Silas Shaw, turning into a bloody mess.
If he reverted to his beast form, his tail would already be mottled and unbearable to look at.
He kept silent, but his eyes were filled with irrepressible hatred.
Wyatt Yardley suppressed his emotions.
"Now is not the time to get ruthless. Since The Beast King is here, with Silas Shaw hurting his female partner, at least half his power must be wasted."
"Let's wait for him to punish first."
Wyatt Yardley paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
