Ramsey
Pure rage simmered like boiling water as I stormed through the courtyard.
My boots kicked up gravel with each angry stride. My Lycan – Lax was clawing at my insides, and my ribs. He was moving around restless and agitated, growling to be let out, run, and hunt.
It had been nearly three days—seventy-two excruciating hours—since Lyla had disappeared, and my control was slipping by the second.
"Ramsey, please!" Lenny called from behind me. "Just stop and listen for a moment!"
I kept walking. If I stopped, if I faced him right now, I couldn't guarantee what would happen. My hands were already trembling, claws threatening to burst through my fingertips.
"Ramsey! Ramsey, wait!"
His footsteps pounded against the ground as he ran after me.
He finally caught up, darting in front of me and planting himself directly in my path. His face was flushed, eyes pleading.
"You need to calm down and listen to me. Please."
