"Even pigs are fattened before a slaughter..."
An uncle?
Eira shook her head, dismissing the thought.
'He doesn't carry the scent of a lycan, so how could he be the Lycan king's uncle?' she thought, stealing glances at her fellow prisoner.
After his reveal as Kael's uncle, he curled himself up in a ball on the opposite side of the dungeon, keeping to himself.
For about half a day, Eira and the strange prisoner were undisturbed, none spoke to the other, and the only source of noise was from the rats that would momentarily run in and out of the cell.
Eira leaned her head against the cell bar and closed her eyes, she had observed her companion for long enough and deemed he was not a threat.
'I'll need every ounce of sleep I can manage, goddess knows what's in store for me.' holding that thought, she frowned at the sound of rushed footsteps approaching.
She kept her eyes shut, and her ears sharp as the sound of two people grew louder.
