Ravena's POV
It wasn't a question. It was a command that didn’t allow refusal.
Astrid froze in that moment, and I saw in her eyes the exact moment the fight left her. Her pride melted under the weight of Evander’s dominance.
She quickly lowered her head, her gaze dropping to the floor like it had been yanked there. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She just stood there, trapped and humiliated, her lips quivering under the pressure.
I almost pitied her. Almost.
Evander didn’t move, but his voice became more stern. “Do you think your victories give you the right to challenge me? To insult the king’s judgment? The title gave you status, Astrid, not permission to spit at your betters.”
His eyes were already burning with a red-gold intensity, the kind only true werewolves could ca
