Chapter 80

• KYLE'S POV
• At the far end of the palace, I stood before my pack members, my fury crackling in the air like an impending storm. My usual carefree demeanor had vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating rage. My fists clenched at my sides as I took slow, deliberate steps toward them.
• Then, without warning, I struck. A sharp slap landed on Zeus's cheek, followed swiftly by another on Terry's. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the dimly lit courtyard, and they both winced, hands flying to the assaulted areas.