Finally, Aldric broke the silence, his jaw clenching as he spoke, his voice cold.
"How's Islinda doing?". His hands curled into fists at his sides, the unease clear in his stance. "You do know she's pregnant, and should anything happen to her, I'll—"
Zal'therak's voice interrupted him firmly. "Islinda is my sister, and your mate. Even my people respect the mate bond. We are not animals, as your people make us out to be."
Aldric's teeth ground together at the sharpness in Zal'therak's tone, but his voice remained steady as he replied, "Your people did not give us a chance to think otherwise."
Zal'therak's eyes flashed, his lips curling slightly. "Your people kept us caged in for a thousand years. Even caged animals would do anything to escape."
Aldric's nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Perhaps my people had a good reason to lock you in."
