The moment Alpha Orion released Malakai, the security team sprang into action. A group of uniformed guards rushed forward, their voices stern as they attempted to intervene.
“Sir, violence isn’t tolerated on this ship,” one of them warned, stepping in Orion’s path.
Orion didn’t even break stride. He merely raised his hand—a simple flick of his fingers—and an invisible force sent all the guards flying backward.
Some crashed into tables, others against the sleek metal walls. A few groaned in pain, while others scrambled to get up, their eyes wide with shock.
The room fell into a stunned silence.
Orion’s eyes darkened, his wolf stirring with rage inside him. He didn’t have time for weaklings.
They don’t matter, his wolf growled. "The dagger, Orion. Without it, we are nothing."
Orion c
