-Phoenix-
“Well, if it isn’t our lost wolf standing on his own two legs again.”
I turned around, spotting Kenzo in the doorway of one of the spacious living rooms, which practically served as our private bar. It housed more liquor than any other room in this old house.
“I wasn’t lost,” I remarked.
Kenzo had visited me once or twice, always accompanied by Raiden. I suspected Kenzo had been the one to bring him along. Kenzo was even less affectionate than I was—if that was possible. However, unlike my dark eyes, his were a deep shade of red, visible only when the light hit them just right. He approached, joining me at the bar, and I poured him a glass of scotch without bothering to ask if he wanted one. He accepted it and took a sip.
“When does the hunt commence?” he inquired.
“The hun
