A Stormy Weather

"Damn it!" Lord Teth cursed, a sinking feeling settling in his chest as he realized the Vylkr spawn had likely sensed his presence and come seeking him out. 

He had little doubt about its intentions, especially since it had chosen to arrive here first instead of heading to the nearby Runaway City.

"Lord Teth, what's the matter? Please, tell me. I'm sure I can help," Princess Ballesha urged, her voice laced with concern and her expression betraying worry.

Her heart stung witnessing his current expression, making her feel something terrible was about to occur. 

However, he ignored her question; he rose from the bed, crossed the room to the window, and directed his gaze upward.

'Should I make a run for it? No, if it's already here, it probably knows exactly where I am. Running would just turn me into its target,' Lord Teth mused, grappling with his options.