Mathias
I kept catching a whiff of the warm brown sugar scent on my way to the dungeons, again. To deal with more f*****g wolves. I would be happy if I never saw another f*****g were-wolf again, for the rest of my life after tonight.
The closer I got to the dungeons, the stronger the scent became, making my mouth water. Arcas was pacing in my head. I was glad for his presence, after being absent for so long, but his incessant pacing and growling was agitating the s**t out of me. I was trying to remain somewhat calm and he wasn’t making it easy. Again, I was elated by his presence, but his anxious feeling was causing my irritation, making my nerves grate and I could feel the buildup of something explosive, like I was going to combust any moment.
I unlocked the door to the dungeons, gree
