C032: For The Marshall Luna

[AZTEC]

"Bring him!” Rodrigo said and Aztec looked at his best friend and beta, wondering what in all hell Rodrigo meant by that. Did they have a prisoner from the camps? Was that why he was shouting right now?

As they watched and waited, the doors to the office opened, revealing the Marshall warriors and between them, in silver cuffs, was a man who was evidently from Marshall. He looked a little older, and was in his thirties if not forties.

He had unkempt hair and smelled like shit. His clothes were drenched in his own blood and he was clearly not allowed to heal. He had bruises all over, posssibly from the torture. Instantly, Aztec stood up from his seat, and carefully walked towards the man his people were bringing in.

This guy here reminded him of his father so much that if Aztec hadn't been too keen, he could have thought his dad was back from the dead. The striking similarity was astonishing, but Aztec knew he had to focus.

His Luna's life was on the line and he needed