The suffocating weight of my royal aura still vibrated through the stone pillars of the grand hall, leaving the elders and the foreign delegates paralyzed in their seats. Angel was still trembling, her hands gripping the edge of the mahogany table as she stared at the silver Nightveil amulet in shock.
I turned my head to look at Draven, expecting to see the fierce pride that always filled his golden eyes when we stood together against the court.
Instead, he was completely frozen.
Draven sat on the Alpha’s throne, his broad chest rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly a vein throbbed in his temple. His golden irises were completely blown out, turning his eyes a vacant black. He wasn't looking at me. He was staring straight ahead into empty space, his breathing shallow and robotic.
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