Lane's POV
Lane stood perfectly still, her silver-tinted eyes shifting from the elders to rest directly on Brenda. The silence in the room stretched thin, suffocating and tense, until Lane finally spoke, her voice flat and cold.
"And what of the assets I brought with me into this marriage?" Lane asked, her gaze piercing.
"The dowry, the infrastructure investments, the personal vaults. What happens to them once the bond is broken?"
Brenda let out a sharp, greedy laugh, leaning forward in her seat with a look of smug triumph.
"What happens to them? The Blackwood Pack will be retaining seventy percent of your assets, of course! You came into our home, you disrupted our peace, and you practically tried to kill me by pulling my healer away. Consider it the rightful tax for the shelter a
