THIRD PERSON POV
Later that day, Zora and her brothers, including Hrolf, sat around the kitchen table, trying to gather their thoughts and re-group. Her brothers told Hrolf what had happened leaving no information untouched.
Zora sat across them, her arms crossed, seething at them for treating her like some child and not a grown-ass woman. Hrolf had remained stoic as he quietly and attentively listened to their narration. In the end, rage had built up in him again and he could barely contain his anger.
His wolf was gnashing its teeth, snarling with so much fury. It wanted blood, and to rip out the throat of those Lycans who would want to kill Zora. When he finally felt calm enough, he spoke up.
"Zora should come to stay with me, I promise you that she would be safe under my protecti
