Mira stepped inside behind Ryker, her chains clinking softly with every step. The elders sat in a semicircle on elevated chairs, their eyes sharp, calculating, and full of quiet judgment. Mira’s pulse hammered in her chest. The weight of their scrutiny pressed on her like a physical force, but Ryker’s presence beside her was heavier.
He moved first, standing tall at the center of the chamber. His golden eyes looked around the room, calm but dangerous, like a storm that was about to break. The bond pulsed between them, a constant sound that showed his tension and her fear.
“You have spoken in whispers against me,” Ryker said, his voice low, carrying through the hall like steel. “Now, I demand your attention.”
An elder with gray hair leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Alpha Silverfang,
