The moon was brighter today compared to the other nights Darion had had the chance to stare. The usually dark room was alive with light, accompanied with the distant howling of the wolves. With his vision blurred, he could see Bracken having a dish of soup at the far end. His stomach growled in defiance, the scent hitting his nostrils in a fresh wave.
"I like the sound of it," Bracken said holding a bony chunk of meat in his hand. With the help of his hand, he teared a huge chunk and chewed it sparingly before licking the tips of his fingers.
"I always wondered why humans like this shit. Now I have the answer," he said placing the bowl on the table. And turning to face Darion, "What?"
When Darion said nothing, he walked up to where he sat and held him by the jaw. "Don't tell me you also want the meat?"
The door opened at the same time with the queen walking in, her face hooded. Bracken turned around, stiffened when he recognized her.
