Kane
The walk to the council chamber felt like marching to my own execution. Every step was measured, controlled, just as they'd expect from their perfect puppet Alpha. The mistletoe burned against my thigh where I'd hidden it in a secret pocket, its magic helping me maintain control over my own mind and body.
My wolf paced restlessly inside me, hating this deception but understanding its necessity. Protect mate. Protect pup. Even if it meant playing this dangerous game.
The guards opened the heavy wooden doors, and I stepped into the dimly lit chamber. The elders sat in their usual seats, their faces illuminated by floating orbs of magical light. The sight of them made my blood boil, but I kept my expression carefully blank.
"Alpha Kane," Elder Marcus greeted me, his smile smug. "Welc
