Noctisardor Bypass Will you chase the burning sun in to the sea.

He'd seen him pass by, of course -- how could one not -- but in the next instant, Anselm was seized and slammed into the ground. 
His breath left him in a forceful exhale.

For one dizzying second Anselm only saw the canopy of trees overhead, the glare of a mercilessly bright sky -- and then his eyes adjusted, his senses came to, and he realized he was pinned to the ground by the fucking Mountain.

His eyes widened in fury. That he'd been attacked while his back was turned was insult enough, but over a small request that he would have done without thought if given the opportunity to be asked! As the blood pounded into his ears, so did a rage so vile it clouded his senses and stung the edges of his tongue.

The last bit of goodwill he had for Glaukos -- and by extension, Rivenwood -- drained away as the threat on Etienne's life left the behemoth's lips. Anselm grew still, his face darkening with ugly emotion.

He knew what must be done. Fine. The tracker relented, watching the bounding pulse in Glaukos' throat as he waited to be released.