Lynn's POV
"Enough, Michael."
Richardson's voice cuts through the noise like a blade, and the room goes quiet fast. He walks to the center of the floor — not hurrying, not needing to — and the authority in every step is the kind that doesn't get performed, just carried. He stops in the middle of the space and looks directly at the southern wolf who has been doing most of the shouting.
His expression is not warm.
"I said enough." He holds Michael's gaze until the man looks away first. Then he addresses the room. "The Ravencrest family has been absent from alliance life for twenty-five years. That means most of you have never seen what this bloodline actually looks like in practice. I understand the confusion. What I will not tolerate is confusion being dressed up as accusation." He paus
