The door closed with a soft click, leaving a deafening silence over the atmosphere.
Zephyr stood still, chest aching, eyes fixed on the man who stared reluctantly. He caught the man's scent. Obviously he was a werewolf, but still there was something wrong. A scent, a nature beyond his grasp.
“You are twenty seconds early,” the man said in a clam voice. “I've had over a hundred people I invited the same as you, and only ten of them were able to make it on time, in which you are one of the ten, so congratulations, your pupils' lives are safe.”
Zephyr's blood boiled inside him. He curled his fingers into fists, staring straight into the man's blue eyes. “What now? You expect me to say thank you for sparing their lives?” Zephyr paused, angry. “Where are they? Where have you taken them?”
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