Lycan King

*The call ends. He places the phone face down on the table, the screen going dark. He turns back to the window, the storm outside a perfect reflection of the turmoil within him. He knows he should let it be. That this is a mess he can't afford to touch.*

*His eyes narrowed dangerously* A whole lot of what? *He took a step forward* Don't start sentences you can't finish.

*The call has been hung up. I wait to see if you will call back.*