Dylan’s POV.
The feeling of guilt and anger sat heavily on my heart as I walked down the hallway. Every one of my perception locked to the outside world as I struggled to find a commonplace between both emotions. I was angry with Devin for what he had done to Muna and felt guilty that I wasn't able to do anything to stop him.
“I need to cool my head,”
The thoughts sprung from my head as birds chirped from outside. A run through the woods in wolf form would do much better than me sulking to myself.
I raised my head from its lowered position as it had been stuck to looking at the floor for as long as possible as I walked through the castle while I pulled my hands from my pockets to find Devin walking towards me.
“Not again,”
His appearance felt ominous in a multitude of ways. I stopped
