Aeron's eyes grew colder as he stared at Alpha Datters and then at the others who had started echoing his words. His lips curled into a sneer, and a low, mocking laugh slipped out.
"So," Aeron said, his voice sharp and cold, "what are you going to do with me?"
The silence grew heavy. His gaze swept over each of them, daring and provoking.
"If I say it is not my responsibility, then it is not," he continued, his tone full of defiance. "What will you do with that?"
No one answered. The alphas clenched their fists, some grinding their teeth, their faces twisted in anger. Their eyes burned with hatred, but none could find a word to strike back. Because they all knew...his words were true.
He was the strongest among them. Leader of the strongest pack. They could glare at him and curse him in their hearts, but they could do nothing.
Aeron let the silence drag before speaking again. His words cut like ice.
