“Nox, calm down! We don’t have any proof for your claim!” Darryl shouted, stepping between him and the other Alphas. Nox’s body shook with anger, his aura heavy and dangerous, ready to declare war against the Ashborne clan.
“You’re only saying that because he’s your friend!” Nox spat furiously. “But I know he took my son!” His voice cracked with rage, his fists clenched tight.
“I’m not!” Darryl snapped back, dragging his hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m telling you to be rational! What if the people who took Alexander are part of that organization? You know—the ones after the survivors! Think, Nox!” he said.
“Calm down, Nox,” Elrich said in a low, steady tone. His eyes softened as he gestured toward the side. “Look at your husband,” he added.
Nox froze. The mention of Noah
