He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. It felt like my scalp was being peeled off and my hair being pulled from the roots while his other hand released my arms and circled my neck- I realized that it was his claw that had dug into my throat and sent the poison into my skin.

“Why does the Elder care if I watch?” I seethed.

The Elder was leaned back in his chair not sparing us a single glance- he didn't seem to mind whether I watched or not.

Zade ...