Victor
Rage is useless. Rage is for men who have already lost. I do not lose. I have never lost a battle, and I do not plan to start today. Not like this.
So I bury it. Every ounce of rage, I tuck beneath my ribs.
I stand again before the gathered Pack leaders with the same posture I have always used. I keep my spin straight, and my breathing controlled. This is the composure that maintains authority. Emotion is weakness. Structure is survival.
"The Moonclaw Pack does not tolerate betrayal," I say, my voice carrying across the damaged silence of the hall.
I do not look at Lilith. I do not look at Kael. I look at the leaders who matter. These are the men who will ultimately decide my fate. Not my daughter or the prince that she has managed to trap under her spell. They don'
