Misunderstandings and Revelations XENOIS

The guard's face went white as he suddenly realized exactly who he was dealing with. These weren't ordinary visitors to be turned away with bureaucratic excuses - this was Thorne, whose reputation for violence preceded him wherever he went. Fortunately, I managed to grab Thorne's arm before he could get out of the car and demonstrate exactly why his reputation was so well-deserved. "Easy," I said quietly. "Let's not start a diplomatic incident." The guards immediately waved us through, their earlier officialness replaced by obvious relief at not having to deal with an angry Thorne. As we drove past their checkpoint, I caught sight of one of them reaching for what was probably a phone to warn their superiors about our arrival. "You need to keep your anger on a leash," I told Thorne as we made our way through the pack's residential areas toward the hospital. "My anger is perfectly controlled," he replied stiffly. "I didn't actually hurt anyone." "Only because I stopped you." "Details." W