"Are you both done?" Azlan asked getting enough of them.
Omar broke free from Nathaniel. He put some distance between himself and the demon. His eyes shot to both his sides. Meeting with deadly glares that promised destruction.
He gulped. Stuck between Noam and Azlan wasn't a good place for anyone. Let alone himself who had so much to lose at that moment.
"It's none of you..." Nathaniel fired before catching a vibe from Omar warning him against it. Azlan raised his eyebrows at Nate. "What was that?" he challenged.
"Even I want to know, and see with what audacity you complete that sentence," Noam called into question stepping forward.
Nathaniel shot his gaze at Noam. The traitor that chose to support Azlan and betrayed him. He had a bone to pick with the alpha. One that involved getting his hands dirty. He had so much planned for him, to get him back for all the wrongs he suffered.