The temperature in the room plummeted to a sudden chill that seeped into the very marrow of their bones. It was as if the air itself had grown heavy with the weight of Reagan's fury. Its palpable force pressed down on them like a physical burden.
Adgan, Reagan's wolf, snarled and snapped with a living, breathing rage deep within Reagan's mind that threatened to consume them both.
The beast was incensed at being told what to do, at having his authority challenged by these puny, insignificant creatures who dared to call themselves his betters.
"Hey, calm down, big guy," Reagan urged, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his wolf in check. "She is here to help, remember?"
But Adgan was having none of it. "She is not here to help any s**t," he spat, his words dripping with venom.
