Varg's roar erupted, a sound so primal and powerful that the cheerful voices from the speaker were cut off as if by a guillotine. Melanie's laughter, Dominic's absurd jokes... they were all crushed under the weight of the massive darkness standing in my doorway. Varg lunged forward with a speed that defied his size, snatching the phone from my hand.
The raw, unbridled fury in his eyes was far more searing than the animalistic lust we had shared on the kitchen counter just an hour before.
"Should I tear this device into a thousand pieces right here?" he hissed, his voice a vibrating, guttural growl that seemed to rattle the very bones in my chest. "Or should I simply find those pathetic friends of yours on their little 'international excursion' and erase them from existence? Choose one, freak!"
I bolted upright on the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I refused to flinch. I refused to give him the satisfaction of my fear.
