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Siluren's voice slithered into the clearing like poison, every syllable dipped in smug certainty."Well, isn't this touching."
Raphael didn't move. His stillness was a warning in itself, the kind that should have made anyone hesitate to provoke him.
Siluren strolled forward, hands clasped behind his back like he owned the ground he walked on.
"Shall we discuss what comes next, Rafael?" he sounded so disrespectful.
A low rumble vibrated through the pack. They didn't like his tone, speaking to their Alpha.
Good.
Raphael didn't care for Siluren, still very much angry at what Siluren had dared do to his mate….he cared that Julian's fingers had curled unconsciously into his sleeve, skin clammy with sweat and fear he tried to hide.
Siluren noticed. Of course he did.
His smirk sharpened. "Omega," he said softly, tasting the word as though savoring a weapon. Zeroing in on Julian.
