Derek’s POV
The thought of Fiona defeating that arrogant fool in the training ground lingered in my mind longer than I wanted it to, and even now, as I leaned on my cane, letting Zeal guide me toward the council hall, the memory played like a slow reel.
“That is a proud Alpha smile you’ve got on already,” Veyron teased in my head. “She’s making you more proud than you expected, isn’t she?”
I huffed, trying to shrug it off, but my lips betrayed me as a full smile burst on them.
“Pride is foolish,” I muttered, tapping my cane carefully against the stone as Zeal guided me down the corridor to the council chamber that we call the Iron Circle here in the Silvercrest.
It was not just a name to us, but a tradition. Long ago, the founders of the pack had believed that the laws made in the
