Alexion barrels down the corner wearing a mixture of excitement and sheer ferocity blending into what could only be described as a sinister look on his face as he tells me
“We have him”
Concerning as it maybe his excitement was infectious, how his inner beast so deeply longed for the hunt, a common attribute to Lycans yet I can't help but think his is a special case, the image of the big bad wolf grinning wickedly ear to ear as he tore into the poor unfortunate Nosefartu, most would find gruesome I on the other hand think it a canvas worthy to be on display, concerns and all
I give him a tired smile raising a finger to my lips then pointing to Rich who was still sleeping soundly on my lap indicating he keep his voice down
He looks down at my lap as if acknowledging another person was t
