"There are no good wolves, just disasters waiting to happen." He sat down on the steps, putting his head in his hands. He was speaking more to himself than he was to Kellan at this point, reciting a mantra. When he heard the front door slam, he lept to his feet and turned, waiting for Rex to appear. His heavy footsteps walked across the floor and then down the stairs.
"You fed him?" He asked with a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Go upstairs, Quillan." He directed the man to the door and then turned to face Kellen. "Comfortable?"
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