Chapter 153: _What Are You?
"Oh, I’m very serious," Fergus purred, enjoying the look of dawning terror on Cullen’s face. He reveled in the power he suddenly held over the trembling wolf. "And let me tell you, they were none too happy about what they heard."
Cullen let out a groan of frustration that was broken by a humorless laugh. He lunged at Fergus, his large hand wrapping tightly around the boy’s scrawny arm. "You stupid, stupid mutt!" he roared, his voice thick with rage. "You think you did something bad here? I was just helping Kylo! You think I had the balls to tell Isleen myself? To tell her I am in love with Kylo? Well, thank you for relaying the message. You’ve done nothing but to relieve me of my burdens!"
Fergus felt a surge of dark amusement whirling within him. Working up someone like Cullen into being this serious was beautifully entertaining.
Helping Kylo, was it? He scoffed internally. The idiot must thought he was Isleen who overlooked things like they were a spec of dust and believed everything she was told.
"Even if that were true, which it isn’t," he countered, voice dripping with venom, "you wouldn’t live long enough to see any good come out of it."
Cullen scoffed back, mistaking Fergus’s amusement for fear. "Is that supposed to scare me, little boy? You wouldn’t hurt a fly."
A laugh, albeit shaky, escaped his lips. He looked down at Fergus with a cruel amusement flickering in his eyes. "You? Threaten me? A little boy who wouldn’t be a challenge to a single finger of mine?"
He squeezed his grip on Fergus’s arm, but to his surprise, it didn’t elicit a whimper of pain from him. Instead, the boy’s face remained emotionless with his gaze unwavering.
"If I were you, Cullen," Fergus said slowly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, "I wouldn’t be so confident to underestimate me."