Varek
Silence.
Not the kind born from peace.
The kind that follows something irreversible.
Her words still lingered in the air between them—sharp, deliberate, unforgivable.
Disgusting creature.
Varek did not move.
Did not speak.
But something in him—something buried for over a century—shifted.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
His crimson gaze remained fixed on her, unblinking, unreadable. To anyone else, he would have appeared untouched.
Unaffected.
Unbothered.
He had mastered that illusion long ago.
But the bond—
The bond betrayed everything.
It pulsed violently in his chest, no longer a quiet presence but something intrusive. Demanding. Alive in a way he had not felt in decades.
Unwanted.
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
A werewolf.
Of all creatures—
Fate had chosen her.
Cruel.
Almost amusing.
If he were capable of humor.
For a brief moment, something dark flickered through his thoughts—
How easy it would be…
One step.
One movement.
End it.
Break the problem before it could grow into something worse.