Varick’s hands were pressed firmly against the feral Arctic Alpha’s temple. The centuries-old Alpha’s mind had been through years of traumatic mental torture, and the deeper Varick dove into his tortuous past, the more he feared it’d be irreversible.
He finally pulled out of the beast’s mind and immediately noticed the sudden aggression. Varick knew the cause of it before he could inquire further.
While Varick stood there watching the beast, his thoughts trying to come up with a solution to whatever this problem could be, his son walked in.
“Any progress?” Godfrey asked, stopping a few feet short of where his father stood.
“I’m afraid…progress is not the term that I’d use,” Varick told his son as he continued to survey the large beast.
“Oh? Then what term would you use then?” Godfrey
