"Where is your old home?" I asked gently. He was already apprehensive. He stayed silent, I didn't think he would answer, but he did.
"Abroad,"
"Do you miss it?" I asked.
"I miss my sister and friends, but I don't miss the castle,"
Sister? Castle? Empire? Where was this place? I needed to remember I was talking to a child,
"Oh! I didn't know you had a sister. That must be great!" I beamed,
"Yeah, it was fun when we played together," he frowned. A dark atmosphere suddenly soaked the room, and my wolf was agitated. What the fuck?
"Castle!" I exclaimed, nudging him playfully," You lived in a castle. It must have been fun with servants, and all,"
"Yes, so many! They do anything I want,"
"Who is your dad?" The words flew out of my mouth as I couldn't find the right ones to use. Zuriel opened his mouth a few times and he looked... scared now. His hands were shaking a little, and I couldn't help but feel like the room was too.