Something inside Otto snapped.
Seeing the empty bed.
He lost it.
A growl ripped out from his throat so deep and vicious it barely sounded human anymore.
His claws extended further as fury tore through him. He spun around just in time to see the movement outside the window.
A shadow.
Running.
With the baby.
Otto launched himself through the already broken window without thinking.
Glass shattered beneath him as he landed hard on the rooftop below.
His shoulder screamed in pain from the earlier wound but he ignored it completely.
He had to
All he could hear was the sound of Apollo crying.
The loyalist carrying the baby leapt across another rooftop.
Otto followed.
"You touch him and I'll rip your spine out!" Otto roared.
The wolf glanced back once, sneering and faced forward.
Otto lunged mid air, catching the edge of the next rooftop barely in time.
Tiles cracked beneath his weight.
