Ragnor
I walked into the hall, my head high, my hand brushing against Valkyrie’s back protectively as we entered the lions’ den together.
The council chamber was a sea of wolves in their shifted forms—a deliberate insult to me and my mate. Wolves snarled and growled, their glowing eyes reflecting disdain and judgment.
My grip on Valkyrie tightened.
My mate may have been wolfless, but her worth was far greater than these creatures could comprehend.
If they thought they could intimidate her—or me—with this display, they were sorely mistaken.
Tasya stood at the center, draped in pale silk that contrasted with her teary eyes. Beside her was my mother, the Luna Dowager, wearing an expression of composed sorrow.
It was a lie, every bit of it, but I had no doubt most of the council wou
