The heavy, suffocating silence returned to the room as the final, grim details of my father’s betrayal left my lips.
Demetrius sat perfectly still, but the air around him grew violently cold. His golden eyes bled into a terrifying, pitch-black void as his inner beast pushed dangerously close to the surface. The thick wooden armrests of the chair beneath his hands groaned, the ancient timber splintering under the sudden, crushing force of his grip.
When he finally spoke, his voice wasn't a roar. It was a low, guttural promise that vibrated through the floorboards.
"I'm going to kill him."
He stood up smoothly, the borrowed cloak billowing around his massive frame like a shadow. The raw, terrifying aura of the Lycan King filled every inch of the small sitting room, heavy enough to choke.
