Louis was way outside his. He knew that. He felt his connection to his pack weakening the further he walked but he kept going. He didn't even have a destination in mind. All he knew was that he needed some space, some time to think. And most importantly, he needed to avoid his pack. He didn't need to feel them all looking at him like he was evil, cruel, malicious, murderous even. He didn't want to look at them and remember the blood lust he felt in that moment. It wasn't a maybe situation, he was going to kill Xavier. If Anne hadn't interfered, he would have killed him, there was no question about that.
At that moment, he had felt anger greater than any he'd ever felt before. He was boiling, he was fuming. And he wanted to completely pulverize the person responsible. Xavier. He was go
