'Damn right it is!' Shura snapped, the brutal honesty in his voice like a slap to the face.
Zion's eyes twitched, but he had no words to defend himself. Because Shura was right.
"Alpha Zion truly lives up to his reputation—the hero who led the frontlines to victory, both courageous and unwavering in will. To think I'd meet the man so highly praised by Northern Alpha Damon... You really are everything the rumors say you are." The Royal Convoy began with a polite smile, but there was a subtle edge to his tone—tinged with sarcasm.
His pride had taken a hit from Zion's cold reception and commanding presence. He couldn't deny it—Zion was intimidating, almost beastly, just as people had described. His presence alone was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.
Zion didn't respond.
