"Father, what were you thinking?" Vaelen hissed the moment they were out of earshot, his voice tight with restrained frustration as he walked beside Tyrnhael. The other alphas flanked them, silent for now but radiating disapproval with every step.
The torches lining the corridor flickered, casting long shadows on stone as they passed.
Tyrnhael didn't answer at first.
He had already given an order—a single gamma was dispatched to locate Ravhiel and bring him to the feast.
'I figured he would be upset,' Tyrnhael thought, letting out a quiet sigh through his nose. Vaelen was always passionate, but his short temper would someday be his downfall. Tyrnhael glanced at the other alphas, their expressions equally sour. 'They're all still boys, no matter how strong they've grown.'
