[AGUST]
He was there.
He came.
His Misha. His beautiful kitten.
And he was fine.
Agust breathed a sigh of relief as he looked ahead, the breath of lavender filtering through the masses of frantic Lycans running from him. He knew they were terrified of what he would do to them.
However, if he was being honest at this moment, as he looked at his Erasthai, he didn't care about his people. He didn't consider anything that was not Mikhail, and it took everything in him not to get to where his Erasthai was.
He needed to see that Mikhail had done this on his own.
Granted, they were in the Kiyoto territory now, but the fact that the Kiyoto warriors had not started wielding their weapons had Agust wondering what Mikhail was doing. What he was playing at.
But this didn't seem like a game.
