"What the f**k happened?!" Zanthus screamed as he stepped through the door, slamming it shut behind him. I instantly knew what he was talking about; me running out on the lunch with the females. Beta Kenneth must've briefly explained the situation to Zanthus, but not well enough that he was understanding or sympathetic. He was too angry for that.
"I know how bad this seems," I said softly, standing up from the couch and turning to face him. He was livid; body quivering with fury. My loss of my composure wasn't appreciated from Zanthus; and from his point of view, I understood why. "But you have to hear me out." My voice shook like my knees did. Both from the recollection of my sisters murder and from fear that Zanthus wouldn't be able to see things from my side.
"Why?" He yelled, stormin
