"The sundering," Jude rumbles back, a curl to his lip. The big man rarely shows any emotion remotely like aggression, but this has his blood boiling every time he thinks of it. "Of a mage from their magic. What they call the Tranquil."

Jude makes an effort to tuck away his fangs.

Clearly, he'd like to say more, but he's listening to listen, rather than to respond.