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The queen had gathered the werewolves at her meeting room. A very subtly decorated room with a long table. It had more than ten black chairs with comfortable cushions and each one of them was occupied by the guests. The news that Lun had been caught injured had spread and she had to do something, stall a bit more for Xan. Her son was an idiot and his lover a bigger one. She had specifically told him to keep him away but as it seemed no one wished to listen to her. Now she had to calm down a very angry Loyd requesting that Lun should be executed immediately and that girl that backed him up and lit up the fire even more with every word she said. 

Cecilia rubbed her forehead, the sound of their messy talks getting to her bit by bit. Loyd stood up, smacking his hand on her table, looking at the queen with angry eyes.

"He needs to die, there should be a punishment."