The Reason for Hatred

My heart violently beats out of my chest, threatening to crack my ribs, as Ares narrows his glowing golden eyes at the word he just overheard. He is glaring directly at me, the harsh lighting of the stone hallway casting dark shadows over the mustard stains on his shirt.

"Mr. Wolfstrom," Professor Lunaris says smoothly, his demeanor completely and utterly unphased by the sudden intrusion. He does