Gaius slammed his fist down on the trunk that had been left in their newly assembled tent.
He wanted to tear something apart, beat something senseless.
His Isla, his little girl, had just turned her back on him.
She had just left him and her mother to walk away with a wolf.
Seeing her turn into a wolf had made him angrier than he had been in a long time.
A part of him had been in denial about what she truly was, and seeing her shift so naturally had shattered every illusion he'd allowed himself.
He knew it wasn't fair of him to be upset with her for embracing what she was, but he was nonetheless.
He and Hilda given her everything, loved her with his whole heart, taken care of her, protected her from herself, and she turned her back on them so easily.
She asked them here to protect the wolves and acted as if she hadn't grown up their daughter.
She acted like this place was her home.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!