"What is the meaning of this, Alpha Soier?"
Prince Zen's voice cut through the air, cold and unyielding, filling the hall with a tense silence. He kept his tone level, but the weight behind each word was impossible to miss. His gaze moved slowly from the Alpha of the Moonville Pack to the young woman kneeling at his side. Neither of them spoke. Both the man and the girl trembled under his stare, but Zen did not care enough to wonder if it was from fear or something else.
He did not bother to hide his irritation. Too many times already, these people had taken his smile and his easy charm to mean he was soft. They believed they could twist the goodwill of the Stormhold princes for their own gain. Today, he had no patience for such delusions.
His mind was entirely on the fact that they were almost ready to leave, and the Little Fire had not yet come to ask them for their help. If they left and then she went into heat, what would happen? Why was she so defiant and stubborn.
