The man standing in the doorway was watching Drake with a cold gaze. His ice-blue eyes could have frozen even an ocean of lava. A short strand of silvery-white ash hair was hanging over his forehead.
That man named Wrenn was a cold white mirror reflecting back to Drake every ounce of the hate he emitted. When he spoke, the man's voice was strong and manly, even though it sent icy waves that could stop your blood from flowing inside your veins. "Hello, brother! Long time, no see."
Drake wished it was longer, forever preferably. His jaws clenched, his fists tightened and his eyes sparkled red.
Seeing Drake's eerie look, Wrenn started laughing. The power and coldness released by his amusement were laying heavy on the room. "It seems you are still a feeble weakling yet unable to fully connect with his dragon. You are a disgrace to the family and you shall forever be a loser."
