Council Member
“My, king?” I call Anselm as he keeps on muttering no, tears trailing down his cheeks, his eyes glazed over while still holding on to Ares, whose eyes are also glazed over, looking like he's having a seizure. The guards move to help them up but I stop them. I don’t know what’s happening but I know we mustn’t disturb them. I can feel their auras mixed, encircling them. After a moment, he comes out of it but his eyes are still dark silver, which means it’s still his Lycan’s eyes as he suddenly falls on his bum from his kneeling position still holding Ares, who muttered 'father' before going out cold. “My king? Are you alright?” I ask him, still kneeling in front of him with a concerned frown on my face, taking in his disoriented expression. It’s like he has just awakened from
