Third Person POV
The Alpha King let out a short chuckle, the dry sound grating against the heavy silence of the grand hall.
It wasn't a booming, theatrical laugh meant to fill the entire stone chamber with dread, nor was it full of genuine amusement.
It was a much smaller, uglier sound, a dry, rattling wheeze coming from the deep recesses of his chest.
It was the exact kind of chuckle a man might make when he was told a completely ridiculous joke, not finding the humor in the words themselves, but genuinely amused by the sheer audacity of the person standing across from him.
"Do you seriously think I came all this way just to play a stupid game with you?" Lysander asked, still chuckling softly under his breath as his eyes bored into her.
Helen didn't give him an answer.
She remained completely motionless, her large grey eyes flat, dull, and cold as ice.
