Letting Go

Athena

I watched him doe-eyed, watching the rage swarming in his wavering eyes, his hands shaking and rising fury evolving pronounced in his unsteady and rushed breathing.

His clothes were nearly on the verge of getting ripped as his wolf began emerging, the very faint sight of the dark fur spread through his skin and the sharp nails cut through the layers of his skin and extended from the tips of his fingers, suddenly his inhale and exhale did not sound human any more, they began to sound animalistic.

It was a debate whether his wolf was against me or trying to refrain Sebastian from hurting me. The sight of his wolf was dangerous, nonetheless, facing it did not feel as perilous as facing him. At least, it did not appear as if that beast wanted to destroy me, there was no want of demolition in the dark orbs of his wolf nor was there any rage specifically directed at me; Although there was indeed an unspecified amount of anger burning in them, it was not for me; In fact, it was for t