Chapter 77. Silenced Rage

CYRAN

Quain slips off like a hare once we arrive Eldad, while Fareedah lingers with Saelyna for a while. I don’t listen to what they say, and I’m too exhausted to wait for her; mentally and physically. The safety and solitude of the hut (if somehow temporary) is what I seek.

My heart leaps when I spot him standing there, in front of the hut. Someone had braided his hair back, in long, thick plaits that accentuate the amber-flecked brown eyes. He’s wearing a white flannel shirt revealing his muscled torso, and a black leather trouser. An entirely different look. Makes him almost human. And handsomer than the wolf without a left eye.

I try hard to keep a passive face, so hard. But when he steps closer with a small smirk on his lips, I let done my guard a notch and I find myself smiling back.

“Hey. Are you alright?” he asks, bending closer to get a proper look at my face, “You look…pale.”

I feel the grin disappear from my face with the flash of fires, th