Eliàn;
I groan mournfully as I pull my eyes open. It's dark. It's all dark…
I look up and not only do I realise that I'm in some kind of pit, but there's someone at the top, squared down, and just staring at me.
Despite the moonlight brightly behind him, and the blurriness of my eyes, I am able to make out wild, orange hair held up, and… a blue robe.
Mr. Soup?
"Why are you here?" His detached voice questions coldly, and my brows furrow.
Is he asking why I'm in a pit?
"What are you up to?" He questions again, and I struggle to keep my eyes open as I stare at him.
"Say something." He orders, and I groan as I struggle to sit up.
"Help… me…" I manage to croak as I raise a hand up to him, and he just stares me with cold, distant orange eyes.
He stands up, and my heart dies when I watch him turn his back on me.
"Alpha Lioran…" I call weakly as darkness embraces me…
He's really going to leave me here?
What if no one finds me??
Am I… am I going to die here?
