467 No Mercy - Part 2

RETH

The wolf had stared at him with an accusation in his eyes when he'd seen the pile of dead wolves, and Reth had almost—almost—apologized. Then he'd steeled himself.

Had the tables been turned he was confident Lerrin would have done far worse.

Why didn't that soothe his conscience?

As soon as they were in the tree though, Lerrin's natural arrogance returned and he began to stare at Reth. The fucking nerve of the male!

Reth waited until the guards had done their job, then he ordered them to leave and not come back unless he gave the direct order. 

Lerrin had given a tiny snort and Reth almost tore his head off on the spot. But the wolf's arms were useless at his sides, his hands white and shaking as he clenched and unclenched them, trying to bring feeling back to the crucial limbs.