DRAVEN
I ground my teeth as he stepped out, trying to keep my rage in check. He left me here to stew in my own anxiety for hours before he finally came to address me.
His robes glided over the floor, his expression just as eerie as I remembered but except for the red ring around his eyes.
Those terrifying orbs of his looked bloodshot.
I rose, greeting through a clenched jaw. "High Alpha."
His gaze raked over me, inscrutable. "What about the woman we all know as the Silvermoth, paper Alpha."
My canines pierced my tongue, holding myself back from snapping back at the taunt. It was no matter that my crown was made of parchment and not gold, it was still a crown nonetheless. I brushed off the disrespect.
"I have a plan on how to get her back."
He quirked a dark brow, eyeing me doubtfully. "Oh really?" The two words were fraught with heavy dismissal.
