Blood slowly drips onto the floor, the smell of iron spreads through the air, under the moon, the pressure becomes almost unbearable with that frightening look from Odara.

Holy shit, that look was never a good thing. Odara was his most trusted warrior in the tribe, the most powerful, the most... You already understand.

With your illness getting worse by the day, Odara didn't mind telling his people that he would take care of you personally. And he didn't give any more details...

"I won't repeat it." That deep, dry voice, as if he didn't hear feelings or emotions. The only thing he really cared about was you and your safety. "Stay away from them." Odara hissed.

Blood was dripping from his hand, it was a cold warning, and that blood was not his, but that of the man he had He finished killed, right in front of your.