Veldrin: Confrontation

That night, I went back to my grandfather's house, my steps quiet but my anger fierce. I had one goal: to confront him about what he'd done to my mate.

The living room was cloaked in shadows, the air heavy and unmoving. He sat on one of the couches, his posture stiff, as though he had been waiting for me.

"You finally came, Veldrin…" His voice was thick, weighted with judgment, and the unspoken truth in it was clear; he disapproved of Larissa.

That refusal struck a nerve, a slow burn turning into a roaring blaze inside me. This could split what little bond we had left. But it didn't matter. No one, not even him, would change what I felt for her.

I didn't answer him.

Instead, I stepped forward, each movement deliberate, the floor creaking under the weight of my presence.

My eyes glowed brighter in the darkness, my Lycan King aura spreading through the room like an unseen tide. His pulse quickened; I could hear it.

I dropped into the seat opposite him, not breaking eye contact. My sta