"Lord Zethis! Lord Zethis!"
The king, who was swiftly walking through the halls of his palace, turned around and closed his hands around the throat of the messenger who interrupted him. There was a sudden cracking sound as he then pinned the messenger against the wall.
"What is it?" He growled at the man. Zethis' eyes flashed and fur began to grow along his arms, neck, and face. His muscles rippled.
Out of rage, Zethis accidentally shifted to his more bestial form. The hair on his neck grew into a massive mane, showing off his bloodline of a lion. Sweat dripped from the messenger in response to the aura of fear his king exuded.
"Speak."
"My king, our supply groups are coming under attack. Over the last month we have lost contact with at least two dozen different supply groups."
"And the depot at Alvora?"