Albert left the officers’ meeting with a page crushed inside his fist.
He had read the last line twice.
The legions would obey Evelyn.
They would not promise to obey him forever.
His charcoal coat was still fastened correctly, but the collar sat unevenly where he had pulled at it during the meeting. Wind had disturbed his light brown hair.
He looked less like Greyhaven’s polished Alpha.
More like the man beneath the title.
He found Evelyn outside her room, sealing letters for the veterans’ families.
Soldiers passed through the corridor without interrupting her. Every one of them looked to her before taking the stairs.
Albert stopped beside the table.
“This can’t continue.”
Evelyn pressed her signet into the final seal. “Be specific.”
“The legions are questioning my authority in
