(Fenrir's POV) I'm Dropping You

Fenrir was laying down with crossed ankles on the loveseat. The crook of his arm covered his tired face.

Earlier in the window reflection, he noticed a dark puffiness under his eyes. It has been a while for his body to exhibit visible fatigue. The last time was probably...let's see...when Haruma almost demolished Festr Castle after being captured?

Then again, waking up under the lake with kelpies could make anyone tired.

Everything was a mess thanks to a certain, no-good trickster deity. The recent events caused a stir amongst the gods in other realms. They wanted answers once the news spread of his brief outburst. Not having an answer to the aggressive questioning left him in a bind.

Not only did a few natural disasters occur because of his accidental slip, but the humans were getting restless day by day. One of the unfortunate joys of being Fenrir was having the ability to spread disorder. Even if he couldn't finish them off in the traditional, apocalyptic way, he could make them destroy each other from within their little societies through anarchy, war, and hatred.

Luckily for them, he wasn't about that life. Well, at least not on purpose.

If Coyote fully grasped the grave situation Fenrir was placed in, he would be out there now taking the blame; as he should. It was easier for a neutral god to admit their wrongdoings and be forgiven than it was for a villain like himself.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest. He should've done a little more than simply punch that bastard.

Lost in scattered reflections, a cold chill scurried down his spine. The hair on his arms stood straight up from the goosebumps. Fenrir's senses warned him of a threat nearby.

This wasn't the first time feeling these warnings. Hyeon's ability seemed to trigger this response at times. His existence was a conundrum to solve.

Phoenixes are supposed to be extinct. If anyone else found out about this, every deity would be on his doorstep. Something needed to be done with Hyeon since a phoenix was too risky to keep around.

His wolf relished the thought of an ultra-rare beast in their wake. *We'd never have to rely on others again for soul energy if you consume his.*

*I don't want to talk to you,* Fenrir barked back. Standing up, he adjusted his clothes and brushed a hand through his rumpled hair before going to the medical ward. The boy must've been awake after two weeks of sleeping away.

Before visiting him, Fenrir gazed out the window. He tried not to think about the shame of causing Hyeon tremendous pain.

A little time had passed before leaving.

As Fenrir weaved through the hallways, his servants shied away to other areas. After destroying half of the ballroom and almost killing someone, they feared him more than ever.

*This is how it has to be, anyway.*

From behind, there was a timid voice. "M-My Lord..."

He looked at the servant with brown bat wings. Fenrir knew every attendant's name and their past life.

*This is...Nero, familiar to a black magic witch. I believe she helped find the ones who caused trouble in the servants' quarters.*

Her red eyes were fixated on the ground. Facing him had her shaking like a leaf.

"I-I know you're busy and it's none of my business, but I saw something concerning."

"Is this not an issue that can be solved with Haruma?" Fenrir's tone was harsher than he intended. She flinched and nodded her head 'no.'

"Alright, then speak up."

"I'd say about thirty minutes before you appeared, I saw the dýr from a distance. He didn't look okay. Like at all."

This confused Fenrir, but he didn't let it show. "And where did you see him?"

"Not far from here, but he was bleeding."

"Hmm." Without thanking her, he continued walking to his destination. Nero must've been mistaken.

That's what Fenrir concluded until he smelled a mixture of burning plastic, wood, and clothing. Was there another fire? He sped up his pace.

Drops of dark red blood splattered the floor. There were a couple of red handprints smeared on the walls. The bloody scent made his canines ache.

The private clinic room was in sight. Coty emerged from it with dismay. He looked down the hallway to the left before glancing to the right.

Upon seeing Fenrir, Coty angrily exclaimed with glowing eyes, "You need to see this." He pointed a shaky finger into the room.

Fenrir was surprised at the damage, too.

The room, which had most of the hospital equipment and supplies, went up in flames. Although not on fire any longer from the emergency sprinkler system due to Sani's insistence to install them, nothing was salvageable.

The pristine, white walls were covered with a thick layer of grey residue. The rectangular lights above melted and hung to the crispy, water-soaked floor. Even the ceiling was about to cave in from the heat it experienced. Shiny tools lost their silver sparkle and the machines were charred.

The disintegrated patient's bed was unrecognizable. The fire seemed to have originated from there. All of the fingers pointed at Hyeon.

"Where is he?"

A fuming Coty remained outside the door. "I don't know, but Mr. Falken has to be close. Once he is found, he can no longer be my patient. I'm sorry, but I am not qualified to handle him any longer!"