Aria Vale
The walk to Alpha Blackwood's office feels like a march to execution. Lucian keeps my hand in his, a united front, but I can feel the tension radiating through the bond. He's nervous, though he hides it well.
The office is exactly what I'd expect. Dark wood, leather furniture, walls lined with territorial maps and family portraits. Alpha Blackwood sits behind a massive desk, his presence filling the room like a physical force.
Elder Moira is there too, along with the scarred elder, Marcus. They've positioned themselves strategically, Moira near the window, Marcus by the door. Witnesses or prison guards, I can't tell which.
"Sit," Alpha Blackwood commands.
We sit in the two chairs facing his desk. I force myself not to shrink under his stare.
"That was quite a performance,"
