~ THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Different noise, voices, and pain urged her to open her eyes. Despite the discomfort she felt, Thalia looked through the dark, quiet room.
She then tried to stand, little did she know her both hands were tied up tightly enough to make it harder to escape.
"What do you need from me?" said Lord Voltaire who held a glass of wine and gnawed some cherry. He was standing on the corner, stared at the old man who seated like a King.
"We want your power, your authority, and protection."
"Gregon is right. The Werewolf Prince knew the truth about his real identity and he wanted to end our lives, fortunately, we had the chance to escape from the most powerful beast among us."
Thalia widened her eyes upon hearing their voices and conversations. She wondered what had happened as she found herself naked and was just covered by a single quilt.
