Elara POV
The morning didn't bring any peace after the chaos in Kael's office, and the heavy atmosphere in the pack house only got worse when a horn sounded at the gates, signaling the arrival of a formal diplomatic envoy from Silvercrest. Kael didn't even give me time to wash the sleep from my eyes before he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the small council chamber adjoining the main hall. His grip was firm but not as bruising as before, and he looked like he hadn't slept a single minute since I ran from his room.
"You are going to stand behind that heavy velvet curtain and you aren't going to make a single sound, not even a breath, because the men standing on the other side of that door would like nothing more than to see you dead," Kael whispered, his voice sounding like a war
