Allen’s Threats

It was dark but his eyesight was more than good enough to see everything around him, coupled with the tiny light from the half-moon in the sky.

Kal couldn’t help but smile even more, watching the knight in front of him boiling aggressively from the anger he tried to subdue in his belly.

“What can I do for you?” Kal asked in a gentle manner, one that looked like he was speaking to a very close friend of his, whom he was willing to help.

“If you ever go to her room again, I’ll make sure that it's the last time you ever do such a thing…” Allen sternly warned, the expression on his face striving even more in anger at the relaxed way Kal continued to speak to him.

Completely unlike how someone that had been caught red-handed doing something bad should behave.

“What?? You’ll kill me? Or better still you’ll report me to my father or to your Werewolf king? Tell me why exactly should I do what you just asked of me?” Kal gently asked, speaking one after the other in a clear way that left no room