In his mind, returning to the pack meant facing the harsh consequences of her actions. "Reckless Lily." Arion silently murmured.
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Zack, despite the looming threat before him, stood his ground with an air of defiance. His dark eyes bore into Arion's, almost challenging the young alpha to make a move. His grip on the firearm remained steady, its deadly intent clear.
Arion's fingers twitched, his predatory instincts ready to spring into action. The low growl in his throat reverberated through the room, causing bystanders to step back, sensing the impending danger.
Arion was on the verge of lunging at Zack, his form tensed like a coiled spring, when the entrance door was forcefully kicked open.
In walked Lily, moving slowly, her presence defusing the volatile situation. Behind her, the bartender held a knife to her throat, their faces etched with tension.
