Duke Hail tried his best to maintain his calm, hoping to give Sol the chance to explain himself. His words alone were a treasonable offense, but his identity as the original hybrid made the Duke hesitate.
"There is no need to speak… Let me show you." Sol mumbled under his breath, his voice barely a whisper as his hand stretched across the table, his palm just inches away from the Duke's face.
Duke Hail's eyes blinked in confusion, but the next second everything went dark.
His eyes darted around, failing to understand how he got here in the first place.
"Keep an open mind and pay attention to everything I'm going to show you." Sol's familiar voice spooked, Duke Hail.
He turned around only to see Sol seated on a dark throne and began with a familiar pair of bloodshot wolf eyes, its body hidden away by the darkness.
