Nash looked angry still, sitting at the edge of Astor's bed all tense, blood on his sweet face as he tapped his foot on the polished floor of the bedroom.
Astor was anxious, seeing Nash react this way, trying to understand what he meant just from those little words he had told him. Take everything away from him even though Astor had nothing. What could he possibly take that the white-haired werewolf wasn't already willing to give?
Astor adored Ren, every day more and more his feelings would grow. The more he looked at him, the more he heard his voice and his name coming from his lips, he fell deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole that he had found out was starting to be a bit more than fondness, a bit more than a crush.
"Please Nash, don't make me wait any longer." Astor begged him, his eyes glued on him as he waited to hear the gruesome truth. He had imagined terrible things, vicious words but what would follow was nowhere near to his thoughts.
