Shock rippled through the hall like a stone dropped into still water.
Gasps, whispers. The clink of glasses frozen mid-air. Every eye turned to Alpha Flex, then to Voren, then back again. The tension in the room coiled tight, a serpent ready to strike.
Of course, some of the Alphas were excited.
They had planned to take Voren by surprise, to catch him off guard and watch him squirm. But no one had been ready to throw the first punch. No one had wanted to be the one to draw blood until now.
Alpha Flex had not gotten over his one eye. The hollow socket beneath his black mask was a constant reminder of what Voren had taken from him. Every time he looked in the mirror, every time he blinked, he felt the phantom pain of that loss.
Alpha Cage was quick to offer his support.
