Alpha King Darius
I slowly turned with the plate still in my hands, and my gaze caught the cowards who seemed to have developed the loudest voice in the absence of Darius.
The loudest of them was a swollen man draped in a coat that couldn’t hide the rolls of fat flesh beneath. He had a plump face with small, mean eyes, like that of a rat. Even in his ugly frame, he carried himself with some puffed-up importance of a family name that still mattered.
His eyes met mine, and a smirk graced his hideous face. “Wrath?” He spat, gaze still locked with mine, “What exactly is the king's wrath, giving the little pet the audacity to walk amongst us?”