FENRIC'S POV

“I can't believe I’m being the responsible one now.”

Muttering, I look down at the blade in my hands.

The fight between my brothers is still on my mind, and I can still smell it in my shirt even after I stripped and washed.

I couldn't really stand being near them again and play the calm, good...

Urgh, the thought of that alone is disgusting to me.

I'm wild, and I like myself that way.

It's Nyall's job to be the calm one.

Right now I'm in the armory, a place I ...