The Emissary
he mentioned, and I grinned to myself, hearing those exact words that he used to give for our mission.
Alpha King, Alpha Zach and I needed to not trust each other, but we merely build this foundation inside this circle of us. Trust is misogyny for us. We don’t trust each other, we’re loyal and deep-rooted for each other that we’ll do anything.
That’s the rule. One man dies and you offered him your hand, but one tri-alpha dies and you’ll offer him your life.
Alpha Zac merely shrugged before continuing his action. If he’s addicted to wiping his blades, maybe others won’t be needing to see his other addiction.
Bab Populer