(Author's POV)
The shapeshifting bear convulsed on the polished black marble floor in agonizing pain. His screams were deafening to the ear, but nobody, not a single soul present in that room, helped him. They just looked at him with a detached expression as if this was nothing new to them, which was true.
They were all quite familiar with bloodshed and were even fond of it.
Soon, when the bear collapsed, Brian clicked his fingers twice. The next second, a few of his servants came and dragged the shapeshifter out with no respect. Brian, very casually, resumed the introduction, and finally his eyes landed on Garry. Everyone followed suit.
Now, with all the eyes on him, Garry was damn nervous. His back was drenched in cold sweat. He, as the sole ordinary human, was terrified. He didn't even know why he was needed for whatever mission Brian had in mind.
