Chapter 342 There's A Storm Coming

• The fire spat sparks like it wanted to join in with the arguments but no one else made a sound.
• Adam paced relentlessly around the room. He didn't do it to think, he did it to keep his hands off Brad's throat. His boots bit into stone. His claws kept threatening his skin.
• Lord Brarthroroz stood braced like a door frame that had decided it would rather be a battering ram. Brad leaned near the hearth, arms folded, wolf a cold coin in his eyes.