Levi
I kept direct eye contact with her family as they slowly stood from their chairs. Their scent of fear permeated the air. Good. I wanted them afraid. Scared wolves lashed out. Fearful wolves made mistakes and I wanted them to continue making mistakes so I could bury them. Her mother and father were the first to cross the room. Her mother kept her head bowed as she slowly walked out of the room. The only sound was the breaths they took and the rapid thumps of their heartbeats. Her father's face was a bright and flushed red that reminded me of a cartoon character bubbling with anger.
I could see his desire to challenge me. The urge of his wolf to fight against me, but the self-preservation of the man took hold of him. That was the first smart thing he's done since stepping foot in thi
