I was pissed.
The rage inside of me only made things even worse. I couldn't tell if he was scared or not
He stood there; I moved, passing on the fucking threats I was meant to be giving him. Each threat I had passed onto his packs was supposed to have them scared, begging for their lives but that wasn't the case. The flock followed the footsteps of the leader and if he had convinced them that there wasn't any cause to worry, then it was only a matter of time before they exhibited the character which he had shown.
It hurts to see my expectations turned over when I was there. Watching him in the conversation only made me look like a fool. I knew I needed to plan something that would prove that I wasn't wasting my words when I said he was going to pay for every level of grief that he had cost me.
