Arthur´s POV
Silver sat at the council table, not at the head, or hidden behind her father’s chair, but present, shoulders squared, spine straight, hands folded tightly enough that Arthur could see the strain in her knuckles from across the chamber.
Ronan stood behind her, one hand resting lightly against the back of her chair, it was not possessive or territorial, it was just there.
Arthur kept his expression neutral, but inside, his wolf bristled.
The council chamber hummed with low conversation, the kind that pretended to be calm while every wolf in the room measured risk with their pulse. Elders lined the stone benches, commanders from Hollowmoon and Arthur’s pack stood along the walls. Silver’s father occupied his usual seat, his gaze never leaving his daughter for long.
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