But Kael shook his head. He did not answer his brother's question directly. Instead, his voice came out hoarse, strained from the effort of holding himself together. He knew he had just been pulled back from the door of death by his brother. And this knowledge was chilling.
"Grab the mutt and leave.", he said in a hoarse voice. They needed to leave this place immediately. The malevolence here was driving his wolf crazy.
Zen wanted to protest immediately, the words rising sharp and unyielding in his throat. But then his gaze fell on Kael's face—pale, drawn, and set with a grim resolve. The protest died unspoken.
His jaw tightened, and instead of arguing, he bit back his frustration. He grabbed Alec Soier by the collar and dragged him out, shoving the half-conscious figure through the column before stepping outside himself.
