Steele closes the screen of his phone, but even just looking at the black screen isn't enough, the image is burned in his brain. He presses his wolf so far down, suppressing his angry aura, his eyes are always cold but they have an added a extra layer of frost as he walks out of the bathroom and looks directly at the man who caused all this, his footsteps are forced at his limbs struggle to comply as he walks back behind the prince, his so called master or as Steele prefers to call him employer, because no one will ever be his master, his fingers sweep his pocket feeling the heavy weight of the phone under the grip, it will be a long night reviewing every bit of the footage, he knows that he can only remain is such a passive state for so long. Her condition is so bad. His inaction will onl
