Chapter 213: Sabotage

Zanr had to concentrate hard not to stumble, to stare straight in front of him. Like all warriors he was in excellent health, but something was wrong with his lungs. It felt as if they contracted, making it difficult to breathe; even his heartbeat stopped for one, agonising second.

Zacar was a warrior he looked up to, the closest blood of the Parenadorz. And yet he'd just betrayed his trust in the cruelest way possible. Why allow him a breeder when Zacar planned to take her away from him?

Never did he expect to be treated with such a lack of respect from Zacar. He'd even come to believe that one day, he might be given a higher rank.

Zanr stared at his leader, barely aware that, slowly and with stealth, his claws extended. "Zyrgin warriors do not use their females such." That was a code no warrior would ever break. There was an unpleasant buzzing in his ears, as if the bees they'd reintroduced to Earth, swarmed around his head.