050. Dream-Talk

Donald's POV

I didn't voice a reply but observed him raging. To be candid, Ezio was a beloved brother to me. He didn't treat me differently and most Lycan who couldn't differentiate wolf scent apart from Lycans would think I was a Lycan.

That was the level of intimacy we once shared. However, from the last 5 years that we were separated, I have grown and I'd know when I was loved genuinely from just facial sympathy.

"I'm gonna do everything to break that Sire Bond and shatter you into pieces. That's what you get for having eyes on my thing." He grunted and his monstrous fangs hardened together.

"Whether sired or not. I've only come here to give you a warning. I don't take lightly what I owned." I paused briefly and clashed my shoulder against his to pave way for me.

He stood rigid. Already knew that was what I'd do to make him pave the way for me. I whipped my head to him and our breath intertwined murderously.

With a rocky pitch that sounded coarse, I creaked out a warning full of