Chapter 84: Alpha Killian Caved In
The masked figure’s tone dripped with malice. "Oh, you do," he sneered. "Your father is Elder Thomas, a high-ranking member of the pack’s council. Surely, he’s shared some... enlightening information with you."
"He knows nothing," Xavier repeated, desperation creeping into his voice. "I told you, Luna Reana keeps her own thoughts. Even my father, as a member of the council, is only privy to what she chooses to share."
Victor’s eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Are you indirectly saying you’re useless?" he sneered. "Did we go through all the trouble of capturing you, only to find that you’re nothing more than a hollow shell of information?"
Xavier’s voice was laced with defiance. "I didn’t ask to be captured. Or to be dragged into your twisted games."
Victor’s eyes flashed as he lashed out, his fist flying towards Xavier’s face with brutal precision. But before it could collide with its intended target, the masked man’s hand shot out, grasping Victor’s wrist in a vice-like grip, halting the blow mere inches from Xavier’s good-looking face.
"Don’t be trash, Victor," the masked man’s voice was calm, but the undercurrent was unmistakable. His words carried a weighty warning, a subtle threat that made Victor’s eyes narrow in resentment.
He tried to snatch his hand back, but found out he couldn’t. The masked man’s grip only tightened, his fingers digging deep into Victor’s wrist like a shackle.
Victor and the others’ eyes widened in surprise. The masked man was frail, his frame gaunt and wiry, yet he held Victor’s wrist in an iron grip, his strength belied by his fragile appearance.
Although they’d never seen the masked man’s appearance, they assumed he was weak and feeble, reason he chose to hide behind a thick dark cloak with his face masked.