I was being blackmailed

The dragging echo of nothing but silence in the room as I waited for Loki to give me an answer about my grandfather was infuriating, and yet, I was patient, hoping that I would not have to lose my damn mind before someone gave me an answer.

But after a couple of prolonged silence, I stood to my feet, looked Loki directly in his eyes, and said, "Nero, get up. We are leaving!"

This wasn't me calling a bluff. My anger was going like a bat out of hell, and I felt like talking to Loki about this now would only make me even more frustrated, and I might do something insane.

Even though rage was the only emotion I felt at that moment, the instant Nero didn't hesitate and woke from his seat, I felt a sense of comfort like I wasn't alone in this mess.

Before all this, I thought I had some kind of identity for myself. The wolfless hybrid whose mother abandoned her, leaving her in the care of the monster and his wife.

But now, I don't even know who I fucking am anymore, and when I gazed at Nero'