CARAMIA:
Rex approaches me, never breaking eye contact. "We need to talk." He says into my mind, both of us still in our wolf forms.
“I have nothing to say to you.” I growl back.
“I thought we had an agreement.” He replies, baring his teeth ever so slightly at me.
“You talked, I listened. I decided not to care.” I spit back at him, my wolf is thrashing around in my skin at the slight threat in his voice.
“Why are you being like this?” Rex asks, halting a few steps away from me. “Your Father-“ He starts to say, but I break him off with a warning snarl in his direction. I am not going to play nice, not when it comes to my Father.
“Whatever you were about to say, I suggest you rethink it very carefully.” I threaten, my wolf’s eerie presence dripping from every syllable, poisoning Rex w
