Xavier's POV
Nothing comes to mind that I can say in response, but I can feel the blood draining from my face. My position? As Alpha? The position I was born to fill?
Grimacing, because from their expressions- yes, they mean exactly that.
A harsh snarl tears from Moros as he surges forward inside my mind, his claws scraping against the walls, his savage fury threatening to spill into me.
‘Easy,’ I warn him. ‘These nice people are answering the questions we have brought to them. They’re not the ones responsible for- no, stop. Don’t do that.’ He was about to say something negative about the Moon Goddess. And we don’t need to be on her not-so-nice list.
‘We’re already there,’ he retorts, but holds himself in check.
"What could happen?" I ask, my mind still reeling from the revelation.
