Andon
What could possibly be wrong with Yeren? He had feared the coming of the blood moon would bring back things better left buried.
His feet couldn't carry him to the King's chambers fast enough.
Not himself? How bad could it have gotten in such a short time? Hadn't he just spoken to the King not long ago?
He was on the verge of breaking into a run when he arrived at the landing.
Andon could spy the guards standing securely at the stations by the door.
They parted when they saw him, opening the door at once.
The room was still in perfect order - which was a good sign.
"Your Grace?" He stopped at the threshold, hesitant to move any further.
There was no response.
His first instinct was to glance at the window - it was open, but he doubted the King would have jumped out of it. The fall was a very long one - even for a powerful Lycan.
"Your Grace?" He tried again.
A low cough sounded through the room.
His head snapped in that direction.
