Overture Downs something wicked this way comes

His heartbeat kicked off like a snare drum.

Aquillius was frozen in the red gaze turned his way, his legs locked, his body trembling lightly. An already traumatized boy, seemingly once again facing the dark and the magicks of the world, thought that was him projecting, perhaps.

His nostrils blew wide.

What do you mean, then?

He was so close to Kvarsheim. He was close to the other packs too, but he had seen the way their leaders looked at his father, perched afar to make sure they did not hurt him.

Who’s to say those wolves wouldn’t see him and laugh? Or worse, believe him in cahoots with the adder before him?

So he did not call.