Evander's POV
Standing tall, I crossed my arms across my chest. Though every part of me burned with irritation as Lucien’s eyes found Ravena. My wolf stirred, restless and on edge.
For a moment, it looked like it was only the two of them locked in that stare. Her posture was strong, but I saw the tightness in her shoulders. I knew her too well not to notice.
With a tight jaw, I broke the silence with a pointed question. “Alpha Lucien. General Astrid. You arrived late. Care to explain why?”
Both of them then walked further into the tent, their armor catching the torchlight, as if they wanted to remind us of their strength. Lucien’s gaze swept the room, and then, with a sharp motion, he dropped to one knee before me.
“I came under the king’s order,” he said, his voice even, “to provide
