A slave to the alpha I rejected
“Son, please, spare me. I will go as your prisoner.”
“I do not want your filthy body in a prison,” Syzar said just as his claws began to dig into Korak’s neck.
“I am sorry, brother,” Syzar called to Xaden, who looked away just as the loud snap of Korak’s neck echoed in the room as his other hard pushed and plucked Koraks heart from his chest.
Korak was dead. The benefactor and the man who destroyed the Rahl family were dead.
And in that moment, relief sagged Vamara’s shoulders as she stumbled,