The Moon Blessed standing outside the dormitory stiffen like startled rabbits when Darien approaches. The Alpha heirs rarely acknowledge their existence beyond giving orders in training… or, more often, ignoring them completely. Now he's right here, with his dark eyes fixed directly on them.
One boy gulps so loudly it echoes. Another fumbles with the hem of his shirt as if wishing he could disappear inside it.
"I need to know which room is hers," Darien repeats, voice rough with the leftover smoke of rage.
The boys exchange wide-eyed glances. One tries to speak but only a squeak comes out. Darien's brows rise dangerously.
"Well?"
"I—I-I'll show you, Alpha," one stammers finally, almost tripping over his boots as he hurries forward.
Darien resists the urge to roll his eyes. Moon Blessed, blessed by the moon itself, and yet half of them look like they'd faint if someone sneezed too hard.
