The doors to King Elijah's private chamber burst open so violently against the walls that the guards outside nearly reached for their weapons.
"Alpha Xander—"
Xander ignored them completely.
He strode into the room with fury already burning visibly beneath his skin. Torak followed directly behind him, far calmer in appearance, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed enough.
Inside the chamber, King Elijah stood near the large council table with several opened documents spread before him.
He looked up immediately.
The atmosphere changed at once.
"Elijah," Xander said sharply. He didn't even bother with titles. "Get her out."
The king's expression hardened instantly.
The room fell silent except for the crackling fire near the far wall.
Torak quietly shut the doors behind them.
Xander didn't wait.
"I need Aire out of that dungeon tonight." His voice came out rough, furious, and frayed at the edges. "Or I will take her out myself."
