Ilayda

I wince as people all start shouting and talking over each other before Azreal lets out a deafening roar that shakes the walls of our little house making me clap my hands over my ears, ears trying to buffer the sound. I look up and see the silver of Azreal’s eyes is swirling black with anger.

“Grey, sit the fuck down.” He growls

I see Grey roll his eyes at his brother, not at all afraid of him before going back to his spot.

“I need to seal the room. No one moves.” He says, his voice sharp.

Everyone but his pack looks confused as Azreal walks over to the coffee table and pulls out a small black box. Placing it on the table he lets his claws out, slicing his palm, letting the blood drip over the box. He murmurs a few words before the blood starts soaking into the box. “The room is now sealed, no one can hear what we are discussing from the outside nor can they see if they look into the windows,” he remarks plainly. As if this were a casual everyday experience. Walking back to me, his