Lyra's POV
The heavy oak doors were slammed closed with a reverberating boom by Morana and her guards, who quickly retreated from the hall.
The Silence which descended in the aftermath was quite a different entity than the hushed tone before the confrontation. This silence was that of fear and sheer panic, of a pack whose Warlord had driven them to the brink of civil war to support a banned border guard.
Fenrir remained at the base of the dais, his broad frame turned away from the gathering pack, breathing in deeply to calm the raging force within him. He had held himself back from slaughtering twelve men in a rage-filled attack. The oppressive aura of his Alpha status faded as the trembling elders finally managed to breathe.
“The court is dismissed,” he stated in flat tones, drained b
