Dominic’s POV
The council chamber kind of shrank around me, despite those ridiculous high ceilings and all that old stone shouting its ancient importance. My father’s throne loomed behind... it practically hovered. Always lurking, reminding me just how screwed I’d be if I messed up.
But today, it wasn’t the damn chair weighing me down. It was those voices, those sharp old eyes on me, slicing tiny wounds with every look and whisper.
“This is unacceptable,” boomed Faelan, palms gripping the long table so hard I thought it’d splinter. “The Luna walks among the pack, unmarked, untethered. It’s chaos. Makes us look weak. Makes you look weak.”
I kept my face still, zero reaction, but inside my stomach was doing Olympic-level flips. Of course, I knew this was coming. Didn’t imagine it’d be so
