*Rion*
I tried to calm myself as I recovered from the shock of seeing Geoffrey on the opposite side of my cage a few hours ago. He had always been a sniveling punk, coming to the rough area of the capital in order to pay for the “entertainment" provided.
“Well, well, Rion."
I had been lying on the ground trying to conserve my energy as my body healed from the trauma of being jumped by those wild rogues. I always healed incredibly fast, even more so than most shifters. It was this special gift that kept me alive all these years, but the pain took longer to subside.
When I stood to face him, a lightning crack of rage roiled through me. Even though I was behind bars, that little punk kept the giant right by his side.
“You had me brought here?" I asked through clenched teeth. “Why?"
