AZALEA'S POV
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"It's only a offer, not the only offer." Sylric shrugs, his icy hues glistening. I stare at him with a neutral face. "I don't think that my loyal pack will follow you." On the outside, I'm as cool as his eyes, but on the inside, it's a storm. Thunder roars. Lightning strikes. A hurricane is throwing my thoughts around in circles. It's two completely opposite worlds with just a layer of skin in between.
Perhaps Corbin was right, and Sylric just wants everything. "Plus," I sigh, my toes curling while I make sure that no other part of my body looks like it's trembling with rage, "I doubt the weather in my pack will suit you."
We aren't called the Storm Blazers just because we're the strongest. We have strong winds, storms throughout the year that would make any grown man
