Alpha Nero
Every muscle in his body is tensed, ready to tear me apart, and for a second, I wonder if I’ll even survive the next few minutes.
“Zane!” he snarls, his voice echoing across the open space. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here.”
I don’t move. I can’t. I’ve expected this, and part of me knows I deserve it. But before Nero can reach me, Arkyn steps between us, raising a hand to stop him.
“Nero, hold on,” Arkyn says, his voice calm but firm. “Let me explain.”
Nero’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t back down, his gaze burning into me like fire. “Explain? The only explanation I need is why this traitor hasn’t been killed yet.”
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