Lord Vorlag was tall and broad, sitting on the stone throne like a king. Long black hair fell over his shoulders, and his presence felt dangerous, even when he was silent.
He was not handsome. A deep scar ran across his face and ruined whatever little charm he might have had. His features were hard and rough, shaped by cruelty.
Suddenly one of the naked wolves's approached Vorlag and knelt between his legs.
"Mmmmhh."
He moaned as he was getting a deepthroat from one of the slaves.
Vorlag was loving it since he had been denied such pleasures for centuries.
The expression on his face said it all. He was having a good time.
Eryn was torn between watching them or going back.
One of the girl's approached him, of course it only fueled his anger more, and he pushed her off him.
Meanwhile...
Lara seemed tense as she stood beside Thornak. She remembered the vision she had of Dragoth. That scary creature was now in their lands. It had already destroyed a whole lycan kingdom.
