Cyrus lay in his bed, his abdomen covered in bandages, his eyes closed as he relaxed and tried to gather some energy that Sylas had told him was necessary if they wanted to start training to transform into their wolf form.
Amelia went to the palace to change her stained clothes and to bring a set of clean clothes for him.
He had insisted that Miss Quinn bring the clothes for both of them, but Amelia said it was very much a wife-like thing, and she wanted to do it.
At the end, he just nodded and was waiting for his wife to return when he felt the familiar presence around him.
It was faint, but he could immediately recognise it.
He didn't open his eyes. He didn't feel the need to.
"For someone who has already sensed me, you are quite ignorant. What if I attack you?" The person asked, and Cyrus raised his brows.
"I know you want to. The question is, will you?" Cyrus opened his eyes slowly and looked straight into the man's eyes, who gritted his teeth.
