Feral Eyes.

London: In the midst of the deafening silence that embraced me and the anger that now slowly boiled to the surface, I could hear the thumps of my heart as I sat quietly with criss-crossed legs, my hands resting on my thighs, and my eyes closed. There was a certain anger that claimed me, eating deep into my system and rising with an uproar, and its intensity was something I couldn't explain. It was a different kind of anger, and it flowed around me and Fuyu as well. Fuyu was as quiet as a thief, sneaking around in the night while heading down the path that led to the packhouse. His ragged breaths echoed in my head, his anger seeping through my veins. “He can do whatever he wants with her for all I care… I have nothing to concern myself with here…” It annoyed me deeply how much the words echoed in my head, and a foreign feeling faintly lurked in the corners of my mind—regret. I growled, banging my fist on the floor I was sitting on in frustration. I didn't want to be feeling like this to