BRIAR'S POV
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Tears are still streaming down my cheeks when I walk into Fenrys' home, but the usual quietness when he's not here is absent. The atmosphere is tense, and it's as if the walls were screaming at me. Get out, it seemed to scream. With a rapid beating heart, my eyes widen as Fenrys stalks around the corner, lips pressed in a thin, frustrated line, eyes narrowed, swirling with rage and fear, his hair messy, first three button's of his shirt undone, shoes still on his feet, and a dagger lay in his hand as if it were made just for him.
"Where the f**k have you been?" He snarls, eyes darkening. "Don't be mad," I start, and his head c***s like it's ready to roll off his body. "Tell me you didn't," He sneers, and this satisfying feeling of being right settles into my bones. I beco
