"What the fuck do you mean! Answer me right now!"
She screams, the sound tearing through her raw, ruined vocal cords like shattered glass. The absolute, deafening volume of her voice violently shatters the quiet, heavy peace of the hospital room.
The six men instantly freeze. The imposing, lethal presence they possessed completely evaporates, replaced by a suffocating, heavy guilt. For the first time since she had known them, the invincible Alpha Kings of the Beastworld completely fold under her gaze. They are all quiet as they look away from her.
Torian drops his gaze to the sterile linoleum floor, his jaw locked tight so tightly a muscle jumps in his cheek. Caspian closes his oceanic eyes, entirely unable to bear the sheer, agonizing devastation etched across her pale face. Kaelen turns his head back toward the window, his broad shoulders impossibly rigid.
Syris and Ren remain completely silent, the catastrophic weight of their apocalyptic decision finally crushing them.
