The cries of the wolf fed deeper into his own delusion, white hot anger flicking down his spine causing movement. Three steps forwardsΒ to watch as she crumbled to the ground. Blood trickled from his hands, the red ruining the image his perfect composure as his nails dug deep into his palms. Then the anger left. He observed as her body twisted in pain with a cold curiosity.Β βAre you protecting her now?β He still felt the blood filling his lungs, but filled his lungs with air to speak despite the fullness in his chest. βBecause to me it looks like youβre nothing more than a whimpering bitch who canβt even fight against shadows.β
π β They grabbed him by the wrist, pulling up by it and flashing golden eyes at him. This was not a real turn, so there were no fangs to bare, but every other sense was firing off and they were glaring up at him in their wildness. βWhat do the shadows show you, Alton?β Spat like venom. βAre you watching her choke on her love for you?Β Donβt you understand that your fear is as real as mine?β There was one thing the Wolf was certain on, and that was Mariaβs husband being the death of her. Especially with how much he tried to meddle, like now. Teeth gritted. βHelp me up or I will tear the heart out of your chest.β Their strength wasnβt nearly at full force, but the full moon was a few days away, and they were feeling bold.Β