Let My People Go

It didn't take long at all for the massive alpha to show, standing over him and asking if they were under attack, and if Rhy was okay. A dark laugh left his lips, his head rising from where he had been smugly bleeding all over his borders. Shakily he stood up, flinching as his severely bruised shoulder moved. "Don't play stupid with me, Valentine," he growled, tired eyes cutting upwards to his dotted face. "You know damn well where Rhythm is, forcibly taken from me by that black, masked bastard," his voice was dangerous, he would quickly attack this man even if he was already injured. "Were you too lazy to come and challenge for her yourself that you had to send off a goon to fight for you? to you take pride in letting others fight for you while you rest easily in your den?" Bass' words were spat at the man, his hackles raised as he growled at him again. But that is when he saw something in his blue eyes; actual concern. The Azat blinked, stopping mid growl as he squinted up at the man. Either he was a good actor or he really didn't know about this... That or he wasn't thinking that Bass would lose. Well, he wasn't planning on losing anyways, he felt like shit for that. He already thought of dropping his pack, because it would seem that he wasn't able to protect them. The white man looked up at Valentine, trying to figure out what as going on. "Did you... even know about this?" He asked, his voice softer than it had been before. But how could that be...? Who else would want to take Rhythm here?