Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

The howl is made and Gavriel stops what he’s doing. The cache can wait for another time as curiosity digs deep into his veins. Heda has called for one of her wolves, with an audience, and he feels a tingle of excitement run up the length of his spine. He moves quickly, heavy paws thundering the ground until he is near and can see a number of wolves having beaten him to the location. He notes Heda first before his eyes travel lower to find Freyja between herself and Dio. His fur bristles as the connection comes together once he sees his daughter attempt a stronger bought of confidence. However, all he can see is his little girl cowering between two of their warriors for protection. His gaze turns to his wife and then the rest of them but the one wolf he doesn’t see surprises him: Goliath.

The large male isn’t anywhere to be found and he moves through the wolves and works his way through the front. He turns to look at Tanja for a moment, locking eyes as his own anger fills him. The taste of blood becomes a craving as Gavriel doesn’t need another to tell him what has happened. Goliath has done something to his daughter, enough to draw a crowd, and the only thing he wants is to feel his teeth sink into the traitor.