Unedited.
King Andrew's pov.
My eyes are closed, as I feel my body move in accordance to the gravity. I feel like I've been moved off the face of earth, and now in a void. I sense nothing.
Suddenly, I stop in the flashy movement, my breathing raspy as I attempt to listen to any sound, any existence.
And my eyes snaps open, "they killed her, Andrew. They...the Werewolves, they killed my mate." Akanji's face is a turmoil of series of emotions, coursing through his shaking body.
Tears streams off his eyes, brimming the surface as he sniffles. Around me is nothing but darkness, I'm in a void, a memory void of the past. His and mine past. He wants me to learn something here.
Horror crawls onto my face at his explanation, not hatred.
Everything blacks out once more, and I feel myself
