ELIA
Elia held her breath as Reth took first one step, then another, then another, stalking towards the man who stood, chin low, but body braced for impact.
When they were mere inches apart, Reth stopped. "Do you make a challenge for the throne, Lucan?" he said in a low purr that invited the man to say yes so he would have the opportunity to slaughter him.
Lucan, only an inch shorter than Reth, though not as broad, stared back, his face expressionless. The tension in the air pulled tighter, and Elia wondered if she had, without meaning to, sparked a revolution in these strange people. And what would happen to her if Reth was killed?
But with the tiniest shift of his body, Reth suddenly seemed to loom over Lucan. "Make your choice, wolf," he growled through his teeth. "Submission, or death?"
