Iris's POV
Zane's face twisted in pain, his knuckles bloodied as it seeped between his fingers as he clutched his injured hand. His fingers, swollen and unnaturally bent, looked broken as a sharp wince left from his lips. His eyes burned with defiance, but the pain was undeniable as he glared at Lucas. "I'm not apologizing," he spat. "Not to her. Not to anyone."
Lucas stood unmoving but relaxed, his eyes cold. His hands remained in his pockets. "You're making this harder than it needs to be," he said.
Zane's lips curled into a sneer, but the pain in his hand betrayed him, his shoulders hunching slightly as he tried to cover the agony. "You think you can just throw your weight around, Lucas?" Zane growled, taking a step forward, his uninjured hand balling into a fist. "You're not alpha yet. You're just an illegitimate son of a worthless mother."
Before I could blink, Lucas's fist swung toward Zane's jaw in a clumsy, rage.
Zane, effortlessly, sidestepped the blow.
