Helanie:
"You’ll stay in the guestroom," Norman said to Lamar, who nodded like an obedient student.
"Show him the guestroom," Norman told one of the maids as we entered the mansion. She had just woken up and was told to take Lamar to the second guestroom, which was actually on the third floor. Lamar gave a quick nod of understanding before following her.
Now it was just . I tried hurrying to my room, not realizing that Norman was right behind . Just as I was about to shut the door, he placed his hand on it and pushed it open.
I had to step back, letting him co inside without much of a struggle. Not going to lie, I couldn’t fight him even if I wanted to.
"What exactly were you thinking?" he hissed, not turning around as he shut the door behind him.
"We wanted to do sothing for the rogue community," I mumbled under my breath, noticing how Norman kept glaring at . That was his way of demanding the full truth.
"I..." I stopped instantly when I noticed blood splatters on his shirt. It felt strange, but I took a deep breath and continued, "I left the cabin with my friends—"
I wanted to lie again, but Norman wasn’t having it. He imdiately raised a finger to silence .
"You’ll only speak the truth now," he warned, his sharp gaze drilling into .
"Because, Helanie, if I find out the truth from soone else, I’ll be furious!" He stepped closer, bending slightly with his hands on his knees, locking eyes with in a way that made feel cornered.
He was right. If I didn’t tell him the truth, soone else would, and it would just start another fight between us. I had to stay in this mansion for a while, and dealing with an angry, overbearing Norman every day would be a nightmare.
"Actually..." I muttered, lowering my head even more. Having such a big guy looming over in such a threatening way was overwhelming. "We were trying to catch the lycan."
As soon as I said it, I knew he’d lose it—and he did. He let out the loudest gasp before straightening up. He started pacing back and forth, clearly trying to figure out how to deal with .
"You!" he hissed. "You wanted to catch the lycan?" he groaned, his eyes turning red. Even his face was starting to flush with anger.
His muscles tensed, and I could see the veins popping in his neck, temples, and hands.
"You wanted to—" he repeated, cutting himself off as he bit his tongue. "Then why are you standing here? Go catch the lycan now!" He grabbed my arm and shoved toward the door.
"Go ahead, be the hero everyone needs," he demanded, trying to yank the door open to kick out. But I darted to the other side of the room, avoiding his outburst. I had been wrong to think I’d already seen the worst of him.
It seed like his anger had no limits. The way he clenched his jaw terrified , and I quickly turned my back to him.
I pressed my hands over my face and buried myself in the corner of the room. I didn’t want him to see cry, and I definitely didn’t want to see his face when it was burning red with rage.
He probably thought I enjoyed getting into trouble—going out into the woods to face the most dangerous monster imaginable. But the truth was, I didn’t have a choice.
I couldn’t just sit back and watch Rayden bask in his triumph. He needed to be taken down so he wouldn’t get to enjoy the satisfaction of making ands with his mate.
Suddenly, Norman’s grunting and pacing stopped. The room fell silent. I realized he had gone quiet when I started sobbing into my hands.
"Helanie, I’m angry because you put yourself in danger," he finally said, his voice calr but still firm. "Don’t you understand? My father trusted your words and gave you permission. He would’ve blad himself if anything had happened to you."
His tone had softened, but I spun around quickly to question his reasoning.
He extended one hand, resting it on the wall beside , while his other hand rested on his waist. He waited for to respond.
"Your father would’ve been fine," I snapped. "No one would’ve blad him. Nobody questions anyone over . So don’t worry about that," I hissed, but my lips trembled, and I soon covered my face with my hands again.
"That’s not fair," he grumbled. "My brothers care about you."
A heavy silence filled the room for a mont. Slowly, I lowered my hands, revealing his face.
"It’s true," he said softly. "My brothers would’ve asked our father why he let you go. They would’ve questioned everyone, and they would’ve been angry with you too."
His voice had lost its sharp edge, turning unexpectedly gentle.
It was the perfect mont to apologize for my recklessness and end the conversation. But instead, my impulsive self asked a stupid question—a question that didn’t even matter to .
"Why were you so angry at ?" I asked in a quiet murmur.
"I told you. Because my brothers would have been worried about you," he said, rolling his eyes, which only made want to keep pressing him.
"And you wouldn’t have been worried?" I didn’t know why those words slipped out, but the mont they did, his body visibly froze.
He lowered his eyes and stared at with pure bewildernt. It was like I had asked for one of his kidneys. I couldn’t figure out why he was taking so long to say sothing rude—sothing that would let argue with him and feel better.
"Is Rayden going to survive?" I asked, changing the subject. I was over it now. He hadn’t given the satisfaction of arguing back, probably because he pitied in that mont.
I walked to the side and picked up the glass of water.
"Huh?" I pressed again as I took a sip.
He stood frozen in place, not moving an inch, before finally closing his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.
"Um, yeah. The doctors will do their best," he said, his tone much softer now.
"You should rest. I’ll let you know his condition when I get an update," he added. Then, like an eagle ready to take flight, he stord out of the room.
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