( CAMILLA )
( DREAM )
Raindrops fell from the sky without mercy, cold biting the skin. Lightning flashed in the sky, thunder rumbled all around as if I were standing in the middle of a storm. The place is unrecognisable, a balcony, although the surroundings are reminiscent of the Snow Pack. A voice coming from nearby, low, full of anger, contempt.
"I am your father, Jordan Grey, reject you Marcel Grey, as a son. Destroying the opportunity to take the throne, to rule this place and the pack." Jordan looked at Marcel with golden eyes.
Tears gathered in Marcel's eyes, his feet reached the ground and a loud scream mixed with thunder spread around. The man's hands sank in his hair, trembled slightly and his face turned slightly white. Several strong blows travelled straight to the tiles
