Bursting from where he stood, Adrian darted over to the Jon Dante, his bestial teeth and claws flourishing. Jon noticed him coming though, perhaps sensed the storm headed his way, and fled into an alleyway. Yet, he did not attempt to evade Adrian, instead paused, although still kept at least twenty feet between them when he turned and regarded him.
Adrian seethed, his chest heaving as he glared at the Tainted witch. “You have no right to be here. Unless you somehow had something to do with it? Trying to clean up any evidence of your mess?” His parents, uncle, and Link had hurried after him, standing behind. Jon tracked them all, his eyes lingering on the Lycan King and Queen with weighted attention, something sparking in his eye. He knew them.
Swinging back to Adrian, “Don’t be ridiculou
