The Lord's Garou

"My Garou, who dares?"

With a low, majestic voice, the words were clearly heard in everyone's ears. Following the prestige, an expressionless teenager came into view, slowly pushing a wheelchair.

In the wheelchair sat a young lycan, wearing a black brocade tunics, black hair loose around him, casually draped behind him. He had thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and a oaken face.

Even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, his back was straight, which didn't affect him. The heroic posture was glaring for everyone to see. His cold gaze fell directly on Leander, and he was obviously raising his head slightly, but it was a condescending aura.

Carra was stunned for a moment. This cold and lonely man, definitely a lycan, caught her eyes like that, as if everything around her no longer existed, only this black-clothed and black-haired figure was left in her eyesight. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.