"Some of the Alphas among us... See some logic with the words of the true Lord of the North."
There was a long, unbearable silence after Alpha Ironfang dropped that line. The air in the throne room felt like it had thickened, becoming harder to breathe.
Kaelos didn't move or flinch. He didn't even look away from the giant screen. But I knew that look in his eyes.
It was the look he had just before destroying an enemy. Calm, cold, and lethal.
I didn't dare say a word.
Hell, even Sirena, who was usually the first to snarl or offer sarcastic commentary, had gone quiet for a moment in my mind.
Then Marcellus spoke up, his voice firm and cutting. "What do you mean by that? If any Alpha agrees with the true Lord of the North and his genocidal ideology, then why don't you just leave the continent? Go join him in his little cave or whatever gutter he crawled out of. What, are you hoping for a reward? Maybe you want a raise from the Alpha King?"
