Chapter 197. Why the Witch

What would have been: Day 23 of the Games still

TALA

Kellen was angry. I could feel it and I knew some of that anger had been directed at me when I defended Oliver. His jealousy crept off of him, you could almost see it, like dark tendrils of shadows reaching out to me and twisting across my flesh. How dark his aura was, was frightening, words were unfit for the Wolf King's thoughts. Kellen stared down his men then landed his frightening eyes on Oliver. Obsidian black eyes, the only white showing was the white mark of the Knight, bright against where his pupil would sit-If you could see them.

It was an eerie sight to see and feel. I could almost taste his strength and see how hard he was trying to rein his wolf in. His wolf was magnificent. There was a painting in my mother's room that depicted a Goddess walking with her wolf, Kellen's wolf was the spitting image of the one I grew up seeing every day. The look of primal carnage on his face and those