The courtyard turned into a makeshift courtroom as the heavy wooden signing table was dragged out into the snow by two breathless omegas. Elder Thomas practically vibrated with anxious energy, hurriedly spreading out the thick, ornate parchment of the Frosthound treaty.
Draven didn’t let go of me. Even as the Frosthound delegates surrounded the table like a wall of iron and fur, his arm remained locked around my waist, his body heat searing through the silk of my robe. The low, violent vibration rattling in his chest told me his wolf was right beneath the surface, screaming to shred the papers and everyone holding them.
"Sign, Alpha Whitmore," the lead Frosthound delegate commanded, his voice like grinding stones. "Sign, and ensure the peace. Or your northern ridge bleeds before the new
