angered

Having his heart pound hysterically over his furry, an eyes engulfed by flames of blazing fire, Ismael rippled his hands into a fist, pushing in harder into the soft coated sofa, while he tightened the leash over he's eye's lids. A stricken line of shadows had fallen over him, a well sort betrayal stabbed into the spine of his chest, Ismael stood wondering who possibly could have such nerves in constructing such perfectly carried off plans.

“Where's Logan?“ Ismael asked, flipping his eyes open, while he halted in his digging frenzy.

The sight of his lips had clicked on insight of a sudden realisation, Logan hadn't been seen all through his emergence from his room, and who possibly could dig in within his scarvaging wolves if not a wounded one.

“He left for work sir” Ismael was informed, shot through by his quivering assistant, the fear in his soul, sunk by the possibility of Ismael's rage.

“And Gianni ?“ Ismael queried, gazing on Daniel in a cold bitting stare, which smeared of suspic