“What the hell do you mean by that? Myra hasn’t done anything wrong!” Draven snarls at the Lycan's accusations, his hands holding more tightly to Myra’s unconscious body.
“Witnesses would say otherwise; you should have kept hold of your wolf during her first change, yet you let her roam free,” one guard snarls, and Draven's eyes move towards Enzo.
His gaze glazed with fury as he recalled the moment he’d returned from the south coast only to find Enzo wounded with scratch marks on his neck and chest.
The only thing he’d said was that Myra had gone on a mad spree under the crimson moon, and he opened the door in a moment of weakness and worry, and she attacked him, running out of the tower base and into the woods.
So none of them could even claim they’d seen her since they’ve been search
