[UDRAD]
"Please come with me," Zhurielle said to Alanor who was staring at her, making the woman feel a cold chill run down his spine. She had been tasked with imprisoning the most dangerous lycan and rogues of the midlands and she was worried for her own life this time.
There were chances that the young Wynter would snap and lash out at her and she couldn't even be able to do a thing about it. It was almost like a given, but it was the crazy kind, because everyone was on the edge of their seats in the royal square.
"I will walk myself to the king's dungeons, Zhurielle, but only after I'm done with my agenda here. Do not worry, I pose no harm to the lycans of Udrad. My quarrels are with the lycan king.
"You might want to move back a little unless you want to be collateral damage,'' Alanor said casually to Zhurielle, and Unar facepalmed. His mate was a psycho, his psycho, but here and now, he was scaring even more people.
