"What did you say?" Aria's voice was like a blade through the noise.
The old being's red eyes were filled with evil. "Tonight, the brother you didn't pick will die. Is that part something I forgot to say?" He snarled.
"You're lying," but his face turned pale.
"Am I? Alpha, bring your eyes outside. Check out how many bad guys are around this castle. They have orders to kill whichever triplet gets rejected."
Aria looked all around the area through her silver-blazed vision. Her heart sank. Dozens of rogues crept through the dark, positioning themselves around every exit. They weren't retreating like she'd thought. They were setting up a trap.
"No," she whispered.
"Oh yes," the thing purred. "Choose Caleb? Cyrus and Caden die. Pick Caden? His brothers die. Select Cyrus? Well, you get the idea."
The Primal Alpha's booming footsteps grew closer. Fifty yards now. Its huge shadow fell across the castle walls.
