Theron sat in silence. Alpha lay right behind him, the heat coming off of his body forming in waves and currents.
It had been a long while since Theron had felt pressed for improvement. That was the thing about nature and why he didn't hate it as much as he hated the rest of the cultivation world.
There was danger everywhere in the wilderness, but he didn't feel the same way about that danger as he did about what Kenton had done.
Why wasn't he furious with a beast trying to chop his head off as he was about Kenton?
It was a difference of nature, of purpose, of circumstance.
Plus, he didn't have the same expectations of beasts as he did of humans. He knew what it meant to be human… or, he at least thought he did. To this day, he wasn't actually sure if he really counted as human or if he was something else entirely.
But what was certain to him was that he was pissed off.
