~ HARTH ~
The moment Tarkyn stepped forward Harth's heart leaped into her throat. She grabbed for his arm, her body in a whole new panic, as if he might jump into the fight then and there.
He and Zev stared at each other, Alpha power crackling between them, despair spearing through Harth as her mind conjured everything that was about to happen.
She'd seen males fight before, seen succession of Alpha power—but never between those who saw themselves as enemies.
The only fighting she'd ever seen was between Chimera and humans—to the death. Her head screamed and her heart sobbed.
No, no no no! He couldn't do this! She couldn't lose him that way!
'Tarkyn please… please… don't do this!' He tore his eyes from Zev to hers, his jaw set with determination, but his eyes clouded. She didn't even try to cover the fear in her voice. 'You can't, Tarkyn. Please. He is lethal when he wants to be—and he's so out of balance right now—'
"No."
