“Ehm, I— You,” I nervously laughed.
“Why did you leave?” He asked once more, this time in a tight voice.
Shit.
I'm in trouble.
I nervously scratched my hair while I tried to think of a way out of this.
The werewolf king doesn't look happy at all.
“Do you have something urgent you need to discuss with him?” He asked Grog, with that same hard expression on his face.
“Yes, I mean no! I was just checking up on him. I don't—”
“Who are you to him?” He also once more.
The king's eyes were now as golden as the sun every morning.
“He's my brother!” Grog nervously replied.
He might not be physically sweating as I was, but I can tell how nervous he truly is.
His eyes kept twitching, and his legs seem to be at all places.
“Then, you may leave. I have something important to discuss with your brother.”
Please, Grog.
Don't leave.
Tell him there is something important you need to discuss with me!
