"Slow down, will you?" Levi snapped at Lucien's agitated state. "You are saying that she admitted she harmed me but then someone came to rescue her and got you knock down? And that savior turned the Executioner—a red-level warlock—into paste?"
Lucien growled, claws protruding and canines showing. "Yes! How many times do I have to repeat what I said? Let us go and call Sigfrid that son of a bitch. He is the only one capable of doing that."
Levi pulled Lucien by the arm. "Stop it and calm down. You are not thinking straight right now."
Lucien swatted Levi's hand away. Screaming into the latter's face, Lucien yelled his words of frustration. "How can I calm down? My wolf stirred! My beast recognized the presence of our mate! Maybe-Maybe that savior is her! Maybe she is in a dire situation that she could not ask for my help! I need to save her!"