"I will sink my teeth into your skin, and we both know what can happen."
His voice was soft, but the look on his face was the opposite.
It was like staring into the gaze of a predator, determined in its way, relentless.
Sebastian's mind revolved around the words that came out of Atlas's mouth, and he struggled to hold his laugh because Atlas's meager threat was not a small matter.
If Atlas truly decided to sink his teeth and tear through his skin, meaning he would receive a werewolf bite and he'd suffer from hallucinations like six years ago, which happened.
Atlas had a cold, malicious gaze on his face, and it would make any normal person run in the other direction; the atmosphere alone was tense and heavy.
Yet Sebastian only curled his lip into a grin and said, "Now that's only making me excited."