[UDRAD]
'How pathetic,' Alanor thought as he looked at Edison.
Alanor could see through the pretense, and while his hands were bloodied because of the warriors he had just killed, Alanor didn't mind killing a few more for Edison to see. But then again, Alanor could sense Criselda's disapproval, probably the only thing that scared him out of his wits.
Funny how even with his humanity, the Wynter kid listened to his mother.
He had so much pent-up anger against the lycan king, and now that he had the chance, Alanor was determined to make the wait worth it. He didn't care what happened after this. What really mattered to him was to ensure the man paid for every crime he had committed against him and the pain he had caused him.
Oh, it was going to be slow, and agonizing, so much so that as he looked at Edison right now, Alanor could already imagine the lycan king begging him for mercy.
