Alpha King Dimitrio.
At the sight of Mordecai, I am visibly tensed. My muscles tighten beneath the regal attire as if I were preparing for battle. Once my eyes caught him, it never left as the bastard dared to make an imposing entrance in the halls of my territory. The hall, filled with courtiers and dignitaries, seemed to hold its breath, every one can sense the underlying tension in the air. My hand instinctively moves to my side, where my sword would have been, though it is absent on this ceremonial occasion.
Noticing my reaction, my war dogs, clad in white and gold armor take it as a sign. A low growl rippled through their ranks; a silent communication as swift as the desert wind. With a practiced efficiency honed from years of protecting the oasis, they take a measured step forward,
