Both of them were Alphas with temper, and this revelation was like a jagged stick prodding at their fragile patience and pride. Feeling powerless only made the frustration burn hotter.
"I couldn't help it, I can't think straight right now! Do we even have any advantage left?!" Maxwell snapped as he began pacing back and forth. His chest heaved violently, his voice barely contained, and his nostrils flared as if steam might burst from them at any moment.
"Let's not let our tempers get the better of us," Zion said, taking a few deep breaths. "Let's rein in our wolves for now."
Even as he spoke, he knew the truth; he didn't have a solution either. Every plan he could think of had flaws, each one risking exposure and alerting their enemies to their movements too soon.
"…Sorry for losing my temper," Maxwell muttered as he finally forced himself to calm down.
