❤Colin
As we entered the dining hall for breakfast, I was more than just tense. I did my best not to show it. The worry. The stress. No one was acting strange and from the second we left the cell to come here, my senses had been on high alert. None of the guards were whispering and no one looked as if someone had run away and they were trying to catch them. So far, everything seemed normal. With the exception of the shifters. The tension was high, and it was so thick you could cut it with a blade. Despite those that had no idea what was going on, they could still feel the tension. So, when the warlock approached me, I was not all that surprised.
“What the hell is going on?” he hissed out as he sat down across from me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying my best to act casual. I looked
