To Quell A Rebellion

ZINA

"What has your Alpha promised you? I mean should he succeed, what will be your state? Will you still be alive or perhaps turn up dead?"

The man, even though he was the one holding the weapon, shook under the weight of Zina's words and the truth that it could possibly hold. It was popular knowledge that Alpha BloodMoon was far from being a kind man. His ruthless tendencies were fully unleashed during Eldric's reign and he had only seemed to calm down a bit with Daemon's comeback… but even Zina knew that was a facade on his own part.

Just the mere knowledge that his Epsilons had hesitated to take his side was enough for him to execute them all, and Zina intended to play well on that fact.

Knowing the seed of fear was already planted, Zina pressed forward. "If I were to say… if he succeeds, your heads will be decorating the city gates."