Romain
I brace myself for his attack but his strength catches me off guard.
The blade in his hand is long but he wields it with an experience that is beyond his fifteen years. I'm stunned. The surrounding Gammas immediately flock toward us but Brent's voice is sharp and cuts through the air when he says, "Nobody touch him. He's mine!"
They stand aside, unease emanating from them. This boy, as spoiled as he is, will be their future Alpha. Disobeying him could yield terrible consequences. And spoiled he is, to an extent.
We circle each other. The spear is tightly in my hand and I'm watching his every move. Disarming him is the only thing on my mind—I could never hurt him. Not now, not ever.
Not even if he stabs me like he did before.
I see traces of Em on his face. In the tip of his
