(A few hours prior,)
Draven was on the edge of murdering someone.
Ever since Myra walked away from him, her frail and ruined shoulder growing smaller in the distance, a rage had been building in the alpha, fueled by the pain he saw in her eyes when she thought he doubted her.
As Draven strode back to the hall, his eyes blazed with wrath, and people still gathered, their eyes darting towards the commotion, for he had never felt such sheer anger coursing through his veins.
With Enzo gone, Navori getting her hands treated, and Tarrin stationed by the hall's entrance doors, Draven ordered everyone to stay put. However, as soon as he saw Draven return, he sensed something was terribly wrong.
A cold shiver went down the gamma’s spine watching Draven’s darkened eyes as he aimed for the door.
