Ozeroth froze.
His whole body slowly turned toward Whisker.
The beast was just standing there, staring back with that same amused smile.
That… broke the dam.
"Enough!"
Before Ozeroth could explode, Atticus's aura surged outward, heavy. His voice boomed.
"You've read my memories," Atticus said sharply. "You know how he is. He's obviously trying to get to you, and you can't even reach him right now anyway. Just hold it. When this is over, then you can go crazy. But right now, we have more important things to deal with."
Ozeroth grit his teeth, still glaring at Whisker like he wanted to rip him apart inch by inch until there was absolutely nothing left.
Then, with a sharp breath, he shrank and slipped back into Atticus's chest.
But Atticus could still feel the rage roaring within him, hot and wild.
He only sighed and turned back to Whisker.
The beast was smiling. As usual.
And as Atticus gave him a once-over, he almost felt his headache double.
