Aziel's pov
I could feel the tension crackling between Lailani and Zior from a mile away.
For weeks now, Zior had been needling her, pushing every button she could find, trying to provoke a reaction.
Lailani, to her credit, kept her cool better than I ever expected. She was fierce when she
needed to be, but something about Zior’s constant antagonizing seemed to roll right off
her back. Still, there was only so much one could take before they snapped.
I was heading toward the pack’s strategy room when I heard voices in the hallway—Zior’s sharp and condescending - and Lailani’s measured, though there was an
edge to it.
I slowed my steps, my ears pricking up as I listened to the conversation.
"You think you’re better than us, don’t you?" Zior spat, her tone laced with venom.
"Not a
