Zane~
The smell of blood still clung to the air. Metallic and Unforgiving.
It was in my hair, under my nails, pressed into every inch of skin. The bodies of our enemies lay in contorted heaps across the marble floor, their twisted limbs a grim reminder of what just happened.
My father had shifted back into human form, yet he looked anything but calm. His robe, hastily thrown over his massive frame, did little to hide the fury vibrating from every inch of him.
He paced like a caged beast, bloodied footsteps leaving dark prints against the pristine white marble. His yellow eyes which indicated that his wolf was still very present, were burning with rage—sharp, feral, and deeply personal.
"DARIUS," he spat the name like venom. "That flea-ridden mongrel dared to attack me? In my palace?"
