Axel||
When the alarm bells went off in the palace, my wolf jumped in my chest, but I maintained my usual straight face even if I could already sense what was happening. It was bad but there was nothing I couldn’t handle; my father had made sure of that.
Panicking was never an option.
Without waiting for the guards to give their report, I walked as fast as I could to the feral room, already preparing my mind for what I was about to see.
But nothing could prepare me enough for the empty room. My eyes narrowed as I sized up the room, my anger filling the space up till the ferals below snarled in discomfort as my cold aura descended on them.
The second Ares didn’t show up at my door —which was his usual tactic— I knew he would do something careless. I could feel it and here it was.
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