Deimos stills and watches the juvenile calmly linking his arms behind his back. "Do not call you what? Gio?" He asks. "I said do not call me that!" Giovanni snarls, fangs bare. His wolf ready to pounce. My eyes widen. I have never seen him get angry at Deimos. He was always calm and composed. He controlled himself with his uncle. I knew that. I saw that. "Why must I do as you say... Gio?" My eyes snap to Deimos. Why is he irking him? Why is he angering him further? He told me a few days ago that Giovanni held anger and pain towards him. Giovanni was controlling it. Giovanni's body begins to shake out of rage as his uncle does not listen to his words. "Only wolves who are dear to me can call me that." "And what am I to you, Gio?" Deimos questions calmly but he takes a protective stance. He knows Giovanni has no control left. Deimos is preparing for his anger.