โพ ๐ผ๐ก๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐: ๐๐๐ค๐๐ค & ๐๐๐๐ค โพ
โฅเนโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโเนโฅ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ he took her through the different hallways - each as dark and empty as before. Her mind screamed danger with every step they made. There were no soldiers around any corner, it was like no one lived there.
"You do not trust me," Martell said.
"Of course I do not trust you. I have never met you before, and you and your pack seem awfully discreet about where the members of the Ignis pack are. Judging on my experience at the Ignis pack, I assumed that I will find the Lycans partying with each other... not this.... coldness," she replied.
Martell didn't stop, but she saw him nodding his head. There was something about this Lycan that made her uneasy. He held too many secrets - making him an expert liar. His true form was rather intimidating, though beautiful. Esmeray wanted to be a step ahead of him.