-Clyde-
There has always been something intense about the aura of Sebas and for the first time in years, I felt a bead of sweat roll down my back. It was like I was a cadet in the royal palace all over again. Not once did the old man break eye contact with me. It is almost as if he is peering into the depths of my very soul.
“What did you do my lord?” he repeats once more and his gaze gets even harder. Sebas is one of the very few werewolves that can get away with this apart from my sweet little Elise of course. I know he means well and if I command it, he will be at the forefront of doing anything for me even if it meant planning a rebellion.
I sigh one more time and get up from my desk. I walk towards the window and peer outside. The moon looked very bright and lightened the whole gar
