Chapter 178

The square had never been so quiet.

After Dante’s words, after the truth struck like thunder through the crowd, all of Vael-Mont seemed to hold its breath.

Alpha Theron stood in the center of it, armor catching the fading light, his chest rising and falling with sharp, uneven breaths. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

His eyes, burning, still searched the crowd as if by sheer will