“No–”
Panic surged through me, and I burst into the room. I ignored the guard, pushed past Beta Tyler, and grounded my hands against the King’s desk.
“Please– he’s my brother!” I stammered out my words in a rush. “He does not have to die! He– he could be more useful to you alive, even. He was among our best fighters, and top of his class.”
King Zavan had barely reacted to my intrusion, eyes meeting mine with an icy stare. My hands gripped the edge of his desk as I stared at him imploringly.
“Allow me to be very clear with you at this time,” King Zavan told me in an even tone. “This is how traitors are dealt with.”
“But–”
“You are interrupting a private conference. You barge into my personal study uninvited, making demands on matters to which you are not privy.”
“My King Alpha, pleas
