SALVATION FROM THE DARKTHE REST ARE RUNNING AWAY for their existence, like the cowards they are, while the seven of us are all in a stare-down. Father is still sitting on his throne, my siblings at his side, while I stand beside Vallénce. Mauvet does not dare to make a move, though for whatever reason I do not know, just simply unafraid. I break the enchantment by taking big steps toward him, my claws ready to crush his neck, when one word simply prevents me.
“Wait.”
My eyebrows ridge by the order, before turning half of my face at him. Why is Father commanding me to stop? My siblings stare questioningly at him as well, while Vallénce glances on the floor. The traitor takes that chance to zoom out of the throne room.
“Why did you tell me to wait?” I turn my body to him to face him compl
