Another Chance

The moon was high up in the sky, the air chillier on this night than all other nights. Razhal whose body burns at all times, had Goosebumps lining his muscled arms as he starred down into the newly dug grave.

His lips were flat and tight in a line and his now longer hair had been braided backwards with a single strap of white fabric holding the end together.

Oberion stood far off from him, while the four Lycans flanked each side of him, excluding Feibond who had been sent off on an errand.

"Shit!"

Cassine cursed with a growl. It may seem that whatever got their attention was beginning to affect the lycan King. His manic episodes now happen too frequent than before. Sudden rush of anger, aggressiveness and extreme use of force had all become his state of mind. All thanks to thar redheaded woman.

Although she was still locked up, but yet her slimy grip on him had turned into a shackle he couldn't shake away from.