Phantom Hollow capture the erymanthian boar

His breath exhaled sharply as the man rumbled an order—his snarl continuing, his form snaking forward one pace, pressing to the side of Wren. But this was more than the protection of a she-wolf within his ranks—this had everything to do with the dark man’s interlude with the witch.

There was deep desire to end this with tooth and claw in this very moment. But Akavir steeled himself—unwilling to attack another without at least warning or reason. “Almalexia is wanted for crimes committed to Swiftcurrent Creek,” he finally spat, crown lifting as his eyes flashed. “Blood demands blood. Do you know where she is?”

Akavir was not leaving here without answers—even as enticing as Wren’s scent was, as it snaked over him with her vicinity.