Zadekiah’s POV
Pity was even worse than death.
The word shouldn't have been made into existence.
It's not care. Neither was it concern. It's just a means to look down on others.
“Get out.” I said, moving away from that woman.
The moon cuffs still twisted around my wrist whenever Zion tried to move or give a reaction.
He probably didn't like the way I spoke to Sovia.
Annoying.
“You're injured…” she said, getting on her feet. I groaned when I saw the bag she was trying to hold together. Quite larger than her small frame.
“I know a little bit of medicine, since the Alpha King has…”
At the mention of my father, I glared at her, cutting Sovia off with a sharp scoff.
“I don't need your help, Red. Get out.”
“No.” She said, swallowing hard. One step, and she didn't dare take
