The memory was still fresh, still painful. Peter could still feel the phantom ache of bruises that had long since faded, could still hear the echoes of Kasteil's fury ringing in his ears. The Alpha King had been relentless, unforgiving, his anger a force of nature that had swept through the security team.
Holland was far more important to their Alpha King than they had initially realized.
The realization had come too late for some of them. But they understood now. They would never make that mistake again.
Elian took one look at Peter and immediately burst into laughter.
The sound was loud and sudden, shattering the tense silence of the course. Elian doubled over, clutching his stomach, his face turning red with the force of his mirth.
Peter knew exactly why.
His injuries had healed considerably by now, but apparently the story had reached Elian anyway.
