Looking up at the imposing tree of corpses, Rex's lips curled into a ravenous smirk.
It was his first time to be put in this situation.
His first time to be forced to prove that he was an actual Alpha.
An Alpha is not only the strongest of the group but also a bastion—the face of the group.
No matter the situation, an Alpha must carry himself with a fearless bearing.
Being thrust by the dominance of another Alpha was unacceptable, Rex must respond with the same exact, or perhaps more fervor than the Three-faced Leecher. Giving no response meant taking in the role of the submissive, and submission is not in an Alpha's book.
"Putting on a bad show would be disgracing the Silverstar Pack, I can't do that…" Rex mumbled.
Soon, the aura around him began to sway and surge.