Chapter 35

• He inhaled. Exhaled. And repeat. Satake stepped out of the doors of the De'crescent hotel and stalked his way down to his motorcycle. The cool evening breeze seemed to soothe his catastrophic mind. He had always been a man attuned to all his senses but as he saddled on his helmet, Satake's mind was attuned to all but one. He couldn't get his mind to forget what that warlock has said. All he could see was that disappointed expression on that charmingly handsome face.
• "Witchphobic..." Isaac had accused but he truly knew nothing of what Satake had endured in the hands of a particular witch. He had managed to conceal it while they had worked their little spells but something sinister within him cursed Satake for letting him go. That little voice at the back of his head wanted to gut them and watched them struggle and wither away just like his parents had that unfortunate night. And the strange thing was Satake almost succumbed. His wolf might have refused to surface since his birth but Satake felt the beast within. It was a feral abomination. Perhaps that was why the moon goddess had chosen to seal it in. But that nasty voice at the back of his head seemed to go quiet when that warlock boy looked his way. There was just something about Isaac's remarks that made Satake feel...good. So good that he even tried to apologize for his actions. So good that he allowed them to walk out of that room unscathed. Satake hopped on his bike and kick-started the engine which revved loudly on command.
• The heavy wind crashed against his skin, the sound hitting his helmet came as music to his ears, his skin tingled with every blow of the harsh cold evening breeze as the distinct scent of gravel and exhaust filled his nostrils.