The slam of Varion’s hand against the wooden desk rattled the glass in the windows. Papers fluttered, a map curled at the edges as if shrinking away from his rage. I flinched, even though the fury wasn’t aimed at me. I was just witnessing it.
“I told you,” Varion roared, his voice shaking the walls,
“I told you to keep her safe, Orvyn! I gave you one order, and you disobeyed it!”
Orvyn stood rigid on the other side of the desk, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a spot just above Varion’s shoulder and his hands folded behind his back. His silence was unyielding, stubborn, as though enduring the Alpha’s wrath was preferable to defending himself.
My heart pounded. I had rushed back inside after the Seer vanished, the echo of its words burning in my chest, and I had ran straight into Varion's a
