"This... This can't be real..." I shook my head as I watched the throne room melting around me like wax. "This is just a dream... And I don't know who you are trying to use my father's face to deceive me, but—"
"Naive little Alpha King!" Balthazar's voice boomed all of a sudden, causing the throne room to shake like a giant had stepped foot on the place.
I rooted my feet on the ground, gritting my teeth and keeping my claws extended as I glared at the bastard before me.
Eventually, the throne room completely melted out of existence and like an artist painting something new, it all morphed into another landscape.
I scanned my gaze around only to realise that I was standing in the middle of the Blood Oak pack's elite district, the tarred roads reduced to rubble and ash, with flames rising into the sky.
The sky was blood red, the clouds twirling and twisting into unnatural shapes.
"What... This..." I stuttered, taking a single step back as Balthazar sniggered.
