Chapter 112:

Rage of the hate

Elira

I stare fixedly at the Shadow Alpha, his cold eyes locked on mine. His face is visibly filled with fury, a palpable rage that seems to chill the very air surrounding us. He stands slowly, every movement deliberate but heavy with frustrated anger. He then turns away from me and addresses the Elder, his voice sharp and utterly cold.

“Find another way, Elder,” he orders, his tone allowing no discussion. “Break her bond with that insignificant mate, ...