[THE MIDLANDS]
"We're just starting to have fun, don't close your eyes on me, Eddy, that wouldn't be nice of you, don't you think? Behave well, and maybe you might go back home to my sweet little mate, alright, or maybe I could help you out," Alanor said to the king who was in shock.
Edison Stitt was a shell of who he had once been and this time, the only mistake he did, was to growl at the lycans, to force the lycans to submit, even though he knew he had hurt them more than he could care to admit.
He had been a monster to them and he hadn't even been bothered by that little fact and it pissed Alanor off so much.
Seeing as the X-bars were a little high off the ground, Alanor ripped the king's body off the bars again, this time, throwing Edison on the ground. Everyone who was watching was wondering how the hell Edison Stitt was alive, but then that was the thing.
Okay, Alanor is crazy. This kid needs a psychiatric hospital