20. Nobody

The man was suddenly on his feet, testing his shoulders if it was fully functional, and smirked. He jumped and danced to soundless music and smiled in triumph when he realized he was fine.

"The world is full of surprises," he snickered. Gone was his voice which sounded like death and was replaced by something lively. He jumped again as if he was a child, then stared at the ground and saw the maggots, then stomped the maggots around him.

I shivered and felt disgusted looking at what he had done.

The urge to throw up resurfaced.

"Stop that!" I chastised while covering my mouth.

With my hand on my mouth, I stared at him longer. He looked even younger. It seemed he and the alpha king had the same age. His hair was greasy, which looked like a bird’s nest because of the dirt clinging on each strand from not taking a bath for so long, was unusually long and reached past his shoulders. His nose was crooked as if he had been to countless fights. And above all, he smelled blood.

He beamed,