Renly walked passed an agitated Kazan and inched closer to the withered old man who lay motionless on the bed, if it wasn't for the steady rising and falling of his chest and the slow blinking of his eyes, one would think this man was a corpse.
"Master," Renly began to speak, the nosferatu prince has made contact with the woman's family. I fear the worst, he may be gathering allies to help him in his search for her. And considering the fact that the lycan has taken over two thirds of the continent, we may run out of places to hide."
The sickly man turned his gaze to Renly and looked at him for a straight minute before speaking, "Thank you for your loyalty Renly," the man muttered before breaking into a coughing fit.
Kazan rushed to the man's side but was waved off. His eyes narrowed as he watched his master wipe the trickle of blood that had escaped his mouth. His condition was worsening by the day, why was everything taking so long?!