The Alpha's Dead Mate
Zenith hadn’t spoken since ‘So you’re still alive’, he just stared at me, silver occasionally bleeding into his brown iris, a sign that his wolf, Alder, was desperately trying to take control.
“Who helped you?” he finally spoke.
Three words.
Zenith has never been a man of many words, especially at a time when he was angry. He let his actions do the talking.
But I said nothing. Not because I didn’t have what to say, hell no I did, I had prepared for a day like this, I knew it’ll come eventually, but didn’t expect it so soon, or under this circumstance. But at this point, silence was the best and safest option. He didn’t know about Eli, and I plan on keeping it that way.