ANDREW
Andrew took the stairs that led outside the palace. After alerting one of the palace guards to send for Donald, he took a left turn that led straight to the palace dungeon where the fool Conan, had been imprisoned and kept hostage.
The minute he arrived, the guards in charge of the prison gates opened up it up for him to pass through with their heads bent down as a symbol of greeting to their Lycan king.
Soon enough, Andrew heard Donald's preceding footsteps coming towards his direction. His level of smell had heightened and he couldn't tell if it was because he had just had an intimate session with his mate. Just the thought of that particular memory had his shaft twitching inside his shorts.
"You sent for me my Lord." Donald made his presence known the minute he arrived at the
