The pungent smell of iron permeated the air. It was what welcomed Moulin the moment he entered the room where Quade was locked inside. A couple of Nhero's men parted to make way for Hadrian, Moulin, as well as the massive wolf beast that entered the room with them. Kier growled intimidatingly, but he remained calm as he followed his two masters, ignoring the eyes around them.
Silver eyes gazed at the sorry figure tied to the chair at the center of the room. Bleeding heavily, Quade's face almost looked so disfigured. A line of red dripped down from his nostrils, the corners of his mouth, and even the skin underneath his right eyes. Nhero must have released all his anger by beating him up. Quade was unconscious. Moulin indifferently yanked his gaze away, and he searched the room for Nhero and Malyana. One man stepped up to tell them that the two were seriously discussing within the other room.
