Crossing one leg over the other, Luana stared right into the eyes of this heavily built long-haired, tanned skin and milky-eyed man. He had a well-cut beard and could be mistaken for a Wolf, with those eyes. His body had blisters and marks that showed he had been tortured enough but he just won't give in to what he knows about Shelbrooke and his plans. 

"It just pains me so much to know that the people who are helpless are more adamant than you can ever imagine." She was dressed in her war gear, Leather pants, suits, boot heels, and gloves, all in black. Her hair was worn up and she wore black lipsticks, and dark eyeliners and her eyes were blazing. 

"Tell me, Werecat. What is your name?"

The man who was so soaked in sweat looked up with fear evident in his eyes. Luana use her power to create fear in his mind and she was doing a good job with it. 

Everywhere turned dark and the man, only in shorts looked around, frightened. His breaths were ragged and all he could hear was the echo of his heartbeat. It was beating faster and louder than the tempo of a war drum. Soon, he began to hear whispers that echoed in the dark.

"Look behind you." He turned around immediately and all he could see was a mirror from a distance having his reflection. 

"I often wonder now of the darkest moment of your life, of how much it had shaped you, shaped others, and brought you to my feet." The hushed voice continued and he shut his eyes as if it would shut out the voice.

Then suddenly, he could see his reflection running through an unlighted room, stalked by a tall, dark figure with long brown hair and a broken part of walls. He finds the stairs, slipped up them as silently as he can, then huddled, terrified at the top. Below, the figure stopped.

"What a pity! Thinking you can hide from me. From your mind." 

Raising a hand from under the darkness that enclosed what or who the figure is, a light came from it and swept about the ground floor of the room, then settled at the bottom of the stairs. The beam of the light now nosed hungrily up the stairs, as if the light itself had caught the scent of a living thing.

The bearded man watched the light inch towards him, squeezed his eyes shut, and drew his knee tight against himself, making himself as small as possible like a little ball.

"There you are." The hushed voice cackled.

The cloak of darkness swept up the stairs as she floated. A pungent odor swept over him. He was beginning to look like he had just gotten out of the shower as his body glistened with sweat. His heart skipped with each step the figure climbed. The figure got closer and was now above him.

"Turn over." It ordered and he did obediently onto his stomach, his cheek pressed against a dusty hard wooden floor. Something strong pressed against his mouth. A strong hand choked off his whimper.

"This will teach you to talk when you're asked to."

With his eyes following the movement of the figure, he watched the shadow of a knife crawl up the wall.

Another hand pressed his shoulder and the blade descended. It raked the pale skin of his back in swift slicing motions, like someone carving hugs and kisses in the back of a tree.

"Haaaa!" He flung his eyes wide open and was met with brown stern eyes staring back at him. He scurried backward, his body still filled with sweat.

"For the last time before I judge you useless and ask for you to be executed. Who are you? What is your mission? And how many Werecats are around the city?"

The bearded man looked up at her, his lips trembling and his body quivering. However, what came out of his mouth shocked her.

"Even though you go through my head and torture me till the end of time, I'll still say nothing. My loyalty to Shelbrooke is more than your loyalty can ever be to Zeidan."

Luana rose up and grasped his neck, squeezing it with every power she could muster. "How. Dare. You?"

The bearded man chuckled despite his inability to breathe well. "Sorry, Luana. I just had...to say the truth."

She dropped him and shook her head. "You're useless."

Walking out of the prison, she met with Robin again. She rolled her eyes at his persistence or as she thought, annoying pestering.

"No matter what you say, Rob. I'm not going back."

"I'm not asking you to come back."

Luana paused in her tracks, her mind tossing back and forth what exactly this man could mean. Rob has been her father's most trusted man for as long as she can remember. And this five hundred years old man has never been wrong. Maybe she could listen to whatever he had to say.

"I mentioned earlier that your mother was sick and that you should go and see her. This isn't because they need your service as a soldier, but your attention as their daughter."

"Is this another of your scheme to pin me down with them? If so, kill that thought, now." Her face looked determined.

"You can always come back, Luana. For all I know, if you're indeed married to the King, leaving you with your father will be quite difficult. I mean, who is your father? A mere Warrior Chief, right? I'm pretty sure you have so much faith in your husband and his feelings towards you and you know he won't let you off easily even if your father decides to take you by force. Right?" His voice was now intentionally low as if trying to let his words sink in. And he was right. As always. She should have faith in Zeidan to be able to leave and expect him to come running after her. This is her chance to know how much he loves her. But before then, she would have to wait for his arrival. 

"Fine," she sighed. "I'll go but that will be after I return power to the King when he is back."

"And that is when?" Rob frowned.

"In a week's time, give or take."

Robin nodded and went away but unlike him, he didn't create a portal to leave. He just walked away. Maybe he wants to have time to think or something. Whatever it is, she has to do something to get answers from her Werecat prisoner and only one person can provide it. 

Chloe.

She glanced towards the staff's quarter and decided to go and see her. It's now or never.