↤𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯↦
The castle, trees, lake, town and every other living being in sight had been filtered grayscale.
It has always been like this in Carnelia. Mist and fog are permanent residents even during midday.
Nobody would be surprised if a mysterious, unknown creature jumped out of lurking in the shadows suddenly.
Abruptly cutting off all assumptions about the locality of Carnelia being one of the most worstly lit places to have ever existed, came through the royal dungeon.
The door to the place had opened wide with an unpleasantly shrill creaking noise, revealing the long, stretched out corridor that led to Satan knows where.
The walls loaded up with doors to empty prison cells, even though eerie gave a feeling of relief that Taeyong was an able ruler.
His subjects respected him enough to not test his patience.
But does the young alpha know that?
At the far end of the seemingly-never-ending-corridor, was a gate.
It had countless rusted iron bars laid across and the room behind it was quite more spacious than the previous ones.
'Royal offender's cell' was inscribed onto an iron plate on the door in a fantastic font.
Amidst the darkness stood out a ivory mop of hair and a relatively duller mop of dirty blonde.
Tearing the chilly silence apart, a loud growl was heard. The young alpha sat on a chair, chained up.
"Bitch if you don't let me go right-"
"A dog calling an entirely different specie bitch doesn't sit right. Does it?"
Neoneo fumed everytime Taeyong directed that sickly name towards him, towards the renowned and prestigious Blue Moon pack.
The chains vigorously screeched as they were shaken up by the wolf.
"Don't you dare."
There was a sudden change in his tone that almost commanded everyone to shut the fuck up.
"You're mistaken if you think I have a whole lot of time or patience. Spit it out, who provides you with the vampiric spells?"
"And what makes you think that I'll give out my pack secrets? Am I scared of you? Am I scared of dying? Do whatever you want, I won't open my mouth."
Johnny remained quiet.
There was silence for what felt like hours and then, "Is Lucas your brother?"
"Why?"
"I met him in the human realm a month back. Pretty young boy isn't he?"
"Fuck you! What do you want from him?"
"Don't worry. I was just thinking if we could invite him to the party. You know, add to the fun?"
"He's not just going let you drag him here. If you think you'll be able to do that then go ahead. I'm not sure it'd be a very good idea nonetheless."
"Are you trying to scare me away?"
"Oh I'm just trying to save your life."
A booming laugh filled the room, rebounding back after hitting the walls.
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