Chapter 45: Monster
Kieran’s patience had snapped.
The laughter behind him sounded nothing more than a meaningless chorus as he shoved past his guests.
He didn’t care who he knocked aside.His gaze locked onto the boy.
His wolf was on its toe, as agitated as he was.
He moved like a wraith through the crowd, ignoring the gasps, the murmurs, the smug faces...
His vision tunneled...only the boy mattered,the one slinking toward the infirmary like a thief.
But the boy’s steps were too slow to be that of a criminal’s. Yet too careful. Head constantly turning. Shoulders hunched. Like he expected to be followed.
"What the fuck are you doing, kid?"
Kieran slowed, keeping his steps very very quiet. A lifetime of hunts made stalking and masking his scent easy. His wolf was pacing inside, restless and angry.
"He is acting off," His wolf snarled. "Something is definitely wrong.He is heading towards Mate! Must go! Must protect!" Ever since Kieran lost the ability to sense her presence, his wolf had always been on the edge.He could sense his aversion towards himself... He could sense they was almost on the verge of falling apart.But he didn’t blame him. His wolf had been the silent sufferer in all this mess.
By this time, the boy had reached the end of the corridor that led to the infirmary. His hand reached for the doorknob...but then stopped.