Varion blinked, his blood froze as he stared wide-eyed at the raging werewolf rampaging towards him.

Each step Lucien took sounded like thunder barreling towards him. The storm outside the cottage grew dim, as if it feared the rage building up within Lucien.

Varion knew, somehow, deep within him, that he was going to die if he didn’t figure out where exactly he had hurt Lucien.

He knew it couldn’t be about their earlier talk in the WhiteVale. Lucien was angry, yes, but not this angry. He thought about a lot of things, his hand raised, his lips parted as he tried to think of any lifeline he had.

He...