Diogre felt fear he never thought possible for a single person. He was going to die, there was no changing it but why was he so scared, why was it so hard to accept his fate.
He made the right decision bringing his people somewhere they'd be protected, away from the four kingdoms. Even if he died here, they'd be safe, his race wouldn't end with him.
'They why am I so terrified!'
Conor produced a low growl. His second transformation was a lot less painful than his first one. It took him a few seconds to completely become his beast.
"I'll make it quick, you're smart, not running away. But it's much more exciting if the prey is running in fear. Run!" The gruff voice said.
The command should have been enough to set him off running but the fear he felt rooted him in place, he couldn't move.
'Is this really how I go out. Not even by an enemy's hand?'
