Sorayah let out a cold scoff but said nothing. Her eyes were fierce and unwavering, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Dimitri glanced at her, then back at the guards.
"Oh, I see," he said slowly, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Adam is dead. That's quite… unexpected, considering how strong he was."
His voice shifted, quieter now, but lethal in its calmness.
"What, exactly, transpired here that led to his death? That is what I want to know."
Silence.
A heavy, suffocating kind of silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity.
The werewolf guards remained bowed, their foreheads pressed into the dirt, not daring to meet Dimitri's piercing gaze. How could they tell him the truth? That's more like asking for death.
Dimitri's voice finally shattered the stillness like a stone thrown at a glass house. "Do I need to repeat myself before I get an answer?" he asked, his tone quiet but laced with deadly intent.
