Vengeful retribution

Adonis

I couldn't think straight, my entire body was suddenly set on fire as my wolf sprinted toward pack Lacuna, my mind was running a mile a second as I tried to focus, grasp at anything that would give me some sort of clarity as to what I would be expecting when I get there.

Sean was an irksome sun of a bitch but he wasn't some bloodthirsty erratic murderous barbarian, surely.

My wolf had one thing on his mind, to get there and rip anyone apart who stood in my way. Because even though I had received the call that my father was dead, I didn't want to believe it.

It had to be a mistake, a sick joke, something Sean had conjured up in his head to lure Arya back home to him. 

He probably had my father locked away somewhere, even that was enough to push my wolf right over the edge of no return. 

Did the little prick not realize that he was dealing with a Thorin, the Bithwood's might be mighty warriors, but the Tho