C22 You have twelve hours.

ZADOK

My powerful fists collided with the table and it broke in two.

“I handed her over to you, Azriel! How could you let that happen?!”

My eyes were bloodshot red. The scars on Ithra's body reappeared in my mind and I felt the urge to slit the throat of whoever did such wickedness under my nose.

Azriel fell to his knees. “I am sorry, Alpha