Inside the Silverstar Pack Castle, in the tranquil shadows of solemnity.
Rex is still sitting on his throne in silence, his gaze fixed forward with sharpness and resolution, filled with hidden thoughts that were sealed away inside his mind. It's been more than an hour since he stayed like this.
A couple of times, his expression scrunched with a frown.
Just earlier he has done something really stupid, he wasn't planning on sending help.
But the more he thought about it, the more he felt bad about himself for being swayed by his anger. Usually, he could keep a level head in any situation. However, looking at Giana's face earlier sparks some trauma inside of him.
His foster parents' deaths haunted him whenever he saw Giana's face.
