patient study

When her explanation comes, Sephiran listens. However, the intense, domineering expression on his face does not fade, nor does the hint of disgust that’s etched into the creases of his features. In fact, he feels another surge of bitter, gut-wrenching betrayal course through him, igniting every muscle fiber until he’s grown rigid beside her. The tension between them grew more palpable, the charged atmosphere causing his pelt to bristle and his lips to twitch. “Hunted by a threat?” He questions, glaring down at her, watching her with an ever-assessing eye. “Do you doubt my capabilities as a Sultan, Iscariot?” His tongue clicks inside of his maw, sliding across the roof of his mouth to hold a snarl at bay. “You thought I would not protect you?” A short pause. “That the pack would not protect you?” Did she view him as incompetent? Did she view her packmates as weak? “Or did you truly believe you had to face this monster on your own?” A question, and a moment to redeem herself- because right now, Sephiran still saw her departure as a betrayal... and her explanation offended him.

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