Years after, Trey never spoke to his father again. He rarely even met the guy. Javier had been busy with the new role as the king of all werewolves clans now that the Dire Wolves Clan had gone extinct –or the more fitting word, genoc.ide.
But Trey knew the truth. His father was busy keeping the other werewolves' clan leaders wrapped under his palms. He needed to ascertain himself if the hypnotic magic was still working and he instilled more every time he visited them. For a few years, he traveled with the cloaked men to all parts of the Werewolf Kingdom. It was his kingdom now and he forced all clans to merge with his, the Moonchaser Clan.
Until the cloaked men finally decided that enough was enough. They could stomach no more of bending someone else's minds to follow Javier's will. So
