The anger that coursed through Elijah’s entire body was unparalleled to anything he’d ever experienced before. The other scents of worried and angry wolves didn’t help and had been getting to him. He needed some air, some space to think. Eli paced along the boundary of the Underbank, his body overwhelmed by how intense his emotions felt, each one feeling worse than the next. It had taken every bit of strength within him to stay in the Underbank and not immediately run to the aid of Mama and Zane. Mia had somehow convinced him to stay. For now.
Though when he thought of Mia, worry overcame him. He needed to make sure she was okay now that Mama was gone. But just as he was turning to leave, he smelled it. That disgusting scent. Eli stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, there it stood. A particularly pungent one too. Nobility probably. Clenching his jaw, he turned more fully, his eyes never once leaving the vampire. What the fuck did it want? Though he was tempted to ask just that, he knew better. What good was Mia if he was dragged off––Or worse, dead?
So, he settled on simply glaring at the other, expecting him to either speak his mind or leave. Either way, Eli wasn’t leaving until the thing was gone and out of sight.
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