"What the hell is this rat trying to pull? Has he completely lost his mind?" Malcolm snarled, his voice rising in a fresh wave of fury. "After everything he's done to my Luna, he still has the nerve to demand an audience? He’s in no position to be giving orders."

Mom let out a long, weary sigh, her eyes fixed on him with a heavy gaze. "I think you should go down there, Malcolm. Whatever he’s holding onto... he’s dead serious about it."

"And you think I’m not just as serious about ending him, Beta Imogen?" Malcolm shot back, his sarcasm cutting through the air like a blade.

"Malcolm," Mom...