Enya pov

I bite my lower lip. Maybe, just maybe, it's not a good idea to address a crazy-ass wolf by a short name, especially when he's leading a whole pack of monsters. The awkward pause makes everything worse, and only his father, who clears his throat, doesn't seem to be bothered. I close my eyes and lean my head against the cold wall. Whatever is to come- that's on me.

"Son, may I say something?" I hear the old man's voice, but part of me wants to ignore anything they might discuss. The other part, however, wants to be curious and keep listening. It's a difficult decision to make. ...