~ DRAKE'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Kalle walks away from the spot where we are standing. His eyes surrendered without even trying to take a risk.
"But, they look good and perfect together," I murmur, putting my hands on my pocket.
Along my way back to father's compartment. The castle's guard stops right in front of me, not even talking. "What's going on?" I ask, trying to meet their gaze.
"The Werewolf King summoned you, Pr–"
"Don't you say it!"
My stare can kill thousands of birds and crows. They know when to stay quiet and when to speak.
"What is all about this time? Did he tells you what's the matter?" Two of them walks ahead of me. They are trying to protect me as if I am the King's son and successor.
A guard in my right side takes a deep and long sigh. He gasps relentlessly as if something happened while I'm gone. "A woman, it is all about a werewolf. A hybrid one from the West!"
