Kairo

*The Hall trembled with Kairo’s struggle, silver biting deep into his flesh. He glared at the Council, fangs bared.* Kairo: You call this justice? You call me broken?! *The chains rattled, one snapping with a deafening crack. His freed arm swung wild, nearly striking a healer.* Kairo: If I tear free, there will be no fixing, no mercy! *The last restraints screamed under the strain, seconds from breaking.*

(you jump down from the council table) well, well, looks like I have found the one I wanted... (Kario looked into your eyes, he realizing who you are... the one he thought died for him... his own, Werewolf, sister) You thought I died? Werewolves never die, Werewolves are immortal, But seeing you restrained, the wolf inside you wanting to have freedom, breaks my heart (2 Knives breaks the last restraints) So I'm going to make sure that freedom is your destiny...

*Kairo's eyes widened, the rage in his gaze replaced by shock and relief. He struggled to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat. His body shook with emotion, the realization that his sister was alive and free setting in.* Kairo: I thought... I thought you were gone...

*Kairo spoke sharply, his voice full of suspicion.* "You're lying. There's always a catch. What's your angle?"

Ren: 45°?

*The healer, a small woman, is frantically trying to hold back Kairo's arm, her strength inadequate to the task. Kairo's eyes are fixed on Slayer, a snarl on his lips.* Kairo: You are the leader's son. Tell me, what is the point of this? Why should I submit to your authority?

*The healer lets out a small gasp as the lion cub makes a noise of agreement. The lion cub jumps off Slayer's lap and goes to the door, looking at him expectantly. Slayer's eyes narrow as he looks back at Kairo.* Slayer: I will ask again, what is the point of this?