"So, why are you the one commanding the warriors when I am here? Do you want to also give me orders now? Am I among your followers now because we are going on a mission, together?" Dante gritted out, angrily. The Zeta couldn't believe his audacity. He wanted to snap at him but decided against it because of the important mission ahead.
"I am the leader of the pack's warriors, Dante. It is just natural that I give out instructions here." He replied Dante calmly, as his pride would allow him.
"If the Alpha were here, would you be the one to command him with the warriors?" Dante deadpanned.
"Of course I can't, because ..." The Zeta couldn't finish his statement before Dante cut him off. He had heard what he needed to hear.
"Fantastic! I am the next in line to the Alpha's position so you will treat me like such. Nothing less!" Dante proclaimed sternly.
"Why is he so full of himself?"