Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

It takes a second or two for Hvitserk to actually speak but when he does, Gavriel’s attention immediately changes. His brows knit together and his fur bristles, feeling himself completely stand and forget the leg he’d brought for dinner. His mouth opens to speak but his son says something else.

I want him to die.

His ears fall back upon his head and he takes a step back into the clearing, shifting so that he is better facing the boy. He’s grown significantly and he doesn’t have to struggle with a low gaze. “Who hurt Freyja?” he demands then with a low growl, wanting to press for more information all at once but he doesn’t want to scare his quiet child.