Silence filled the room as father and son stared at each other, both refusing to back down. It was starting to get difficult to breathe, and eventually, Thorton was the first to crack. He bowed his head, and in a symphony of cracks and tears, fur regained the color and texture of skin, and claws were reduced into nails.
He kneeled on the floor, naked and bare as the day he was born. Damon immediately stepped forward and shielded me from view, but curiosity got the better of me as I stood on the tips of my toes and peeped from over his shoulder.
Thorton Elrod wore a sneer as he gazed upon his son, resentment burning in his irises. He spat a gob of blood on the ground while maintaining eye contact with Darach, neither willing to shy away from the other's gaze.
"Quite the little alpha you've become," he mocked, his nose wrinkling as he eyed his son up and down.