SCENT OF THE WOLF
Richmond's pulse quickened as he held the wolf on its throat. He smelled the air, the wolf had a familiar scent. "Father?" he sent.
Noah, struggling to keep pace, couldn't help but marvel at his son's newfound speed. The transformation was astonishing, and a hint of pride swelled within him despite his ongoing hostage situation, "Damn it, Richmond. When did you become so fast and strong?" he transmitted through the mental link, admiration laced with a father's concern.
Richmond, however, wasn't one to be distracted. Releasing his grip on Noah's throat, he confronted his father about a different matter, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "When did you become so cunning, father? Attacking from behind my back," he questioned, wary of Noah's motives.
