Intentions
[Lyander's POV]
My head was ringing, and the sound that was constantly hammering in my mind was revenge.
My wolf wasn't helping either. He was pacing back and forth while repeatedly snarling, wanting to go out and investigate himself. He wanted to sniff those bastards that hurt Terishia, even if he had to mangle their corpses in the process.
The vein in my body bulged as I restrained him. I had to go to the morgue and see those mutts myself. I had to get answers from Ernst first before my wolf could lose it from his anger.
But then it hit me.
My nostrils flared.
That smell.
That distinct smell that I knew so well.
What the name of Loki is he doing in here?!
There was no mistaking it. I thought as I rushed back into the infirmary.