Chapter Seventy Two

Hiccup

Arkyn’s shadow crossed in front of Garold’s face, The flicker flames from the guard post making him illuminate under them. The way Arkyn moved in the amber glow gave him a terrifying and deadly hue. Arkyn was pacing the front entrance of his pack. His jaw clenched shut and his in fist. His body had so much energy and rage coursing through him he didn't know how to contain it. Pacing was the only thing keeping him from exploding. His mind a hundred miles away at James pack. Images of him ripping James to shreds kept flashing in his mind. Arkyn felt his claws descend into his own palms as he clenched them harder, blood beginning to drip down over his enclosed fingers. Blood splattering across the ground as he paced harder.

Garold was watching him intensely, he was waiting for Conan to completely snap. Magnar was just under his skin incase Conan pushed the shift. Conan was strong and fierce he had seen Arkyn’s wolf take over several times and there was nothing stopping him. Con