His gaze was cold, calculating, yet there was a flicker of something deeper beneath the surface – subtle panic.
Beta Qasas.
He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. Many feared him, not only because of his unyielding strength, but because he was the Alpha's word.
As he entered the council room, his gaze immediately fixed on the large table at the center, surrounded by trusted warriors and advisors. But today, none of it mattered.
They were doomed.
"When did our merchant friends from the Mainland leave?" He asked. No pleasantries, no beating around the bush.
"It's been over a month," said another.
Qasas took a deep breath, but a subtle tremble betrayed the iron control he usually wielded.
"Did they leave with an escort?" he asked, voice low but heavy with implication.
"No," said one of the warriors, frowning. "They insisted it wasn't necessary. They believed they could protect themselves."
"They didn't trust our kindness." Another spoke.
Fools.
