“The puppet master?” Caleb said as the whirlwind stopped right where the Alan's feet is supposed to be while he coated above it. His eyes were closed and there seemed to be a wound in his head.
They all looked and waited for the next thing that would happen. Alan’s eyes opened and right in the middle of his head where the wound was or what they thought was a wound, was another eyes.
They gleamed with so much glee that they all wondered what exactly he was so happy about.
“For a long time, we have had to be afraid of you vermins. It all ends now,” he sais as he drifted towards Javion and lifted him into the air with his telekinesis, “ with you, the Lycan king.”
“What do you have against the Lycan king?” Javion asked
“I guess you did not get proper education before your father handed
