The wrath in Xavier's voice made everyone tremble in fear. The elders glanced at each other. Fear was apparent in their faces.
Lord Lazark was quiet. Though he did not look intimidated like the others, his enthusiasm from earlier had disappeared. However, Lord Damian seemed unbothered. Perhaps, a bit entertained to some extent.
Xavier was boiling with anger. I could already see his hands clenched into fists. I was afraid that Xavier might lose his temper in the most unexpected way, which might allow the elders to bring him down.
"Which one of you commanded the guards?" Xavier asked coldly, emitting the deadliest aura. His forearms began to shift into sharp claws.
"My Lord," I called him in a tiny voice. I could not deny that I was terrified. I had seen him lose his temper before. But it was nothing like this.
"Lord Xavier, are you looking forward to creating trouble with the elders, the noblest subjects among the wolves and the former lords?" the first elder asked calmly.
