“I offered to make you Alpha once, Ithan Holstrom. I now offer to make you Prime. Don’t walk away from it.” Ithan didn’t reach for the sword. “I—” He didn’t get the chance to finish his refusal. One moment, he was staring at the sword. The next, Sabine had snatched it from her father’s hands. She plunged it through the Prime’s ancient face.
