Chapter 383: How Much Does the Dark Lord Value Him
Out of the largest house in the village came a figure that filled half the doorframe.
Fenrir Greyback.
He wore a heavy leather vest whose original colour was long gone. Bare arms, crawling with scars that ran from pale pink to deep brown, not one patch of skin left whole.
The face matched. Claw marks and bite marks crossed over each other, deep and shallow, cutting the thing into something that hardly worked as a face.
Regulus studied him with interest.
This creature had made itself a predator, deliberately. Frame, nails, teeth, eyes, all of it growing that direction.
He'd stopped pretending to be human. He was moving toward the beast, and enjoying the trip.
Regulus laid his perception over him.
The density of Greyback's magic ran a full order of magnitude above the rest of the pack.