Bloodlust

*Conrad*

„What do you mean?” My mother asked.

I tried to control myself so as not to reveal that I was boiling with rage inside. I placed my hands under the desk and gazed at her indifferently. The room still smelled of her, and although the berry notes were almost imperceptible to others, Rip inhaled them as a drug addict pouncing on the drug after a long abstinence.

„To ensure our pack's safety, I want those two separated. I know what you told me, and I think her identity should stay hidden until I make sure none of them pose a threat. The boy already proved his intentions in front of Miles, but I’m not sure he was asked the right question, so the moment the girl takes her, I want to question the boy, too personally.” I clenched my fists, keeping Rip in check.

„But what kind of threat could they pose, and why not let them meet? Isn’t this how you show them your moves? If they plot something, which of course is total bullshit, this way they would notice being watched?” Mom insisted,