"Alfa Flowerew, I have a policy. I don't shake hands of my enemies," Alfa Rodriguez said after his laughter.
"I haven't done anything wrong," Alfa tried to say.
"That's the problem. You haven't done anything."
Both alfas stared at each other. Arya felt the tension between them, and something made her stay quiet.
"Son, what's going on?" Kane's voice sliced through the tense air, like knife through soften butter.
Both men turned to face Kane, and Arya swore she saw a fire in Rodriguez eyes.
"Dad, he's Alfa Rodriguez. He helped save our pack," Alfa said, unaware of the loathe in his eyes.
"Thank you, Alfa Rodriguez," Kane said, stretching his hand forward.
Alfa Rodriguez stared at the old man, then, without a word, turned and walked away.
Kane stood there, hand still stretched out, staring. He had also seen how that man had looked at him. No fear, no respect, just pure hate.
