"What?" Torian repeated, his bright blue eyes darting between his four brothers.
The White Tiger Alpha's massive hands remained planted on the stone balustrade, entirely oblivious to the unspoken Warlord technicality he had just trampled over. "We are a pack. They are all of ours."
Kaelen let out a long, freezing sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Zarek simply rolled his golden eyes, the Dragon King entirely refusing to dignify the Tiger's collective claiming with a response, especially since Torian's own biological daughter had spent the entire tournament strictly benched on a velvet cushion.
Syris merely offered a condescending, velvety chuckle, while Caspian shook his head, his bioluminescent scales flashing with deep amusement.
Before Torian could demand an explanation for their synchronised glares, the final horn of the Vanguard Youth Showcase echoed across the sprawling, sun-drenched stadium.
