Lucien’s eyes were sharp when he addressed Ira and Ronan in the council chamber. The candles around him flickered against the stone walls, but his voice was firm, heavy with command.
“The tournament will not take place tomorrow.” He said, his tone heavy, leaving no room for argument.
The air itself thickened at the decree. Lucien leaned forward, his authority still pressing heavy. “The young Alpha intends to strike during the tournament. If we move as planned, we play directly into his hands.”
He paused, his gaze shifting to Ronan. “You will make the announcement and you must ensure every soul entering this fortress is searched thoroughly.”
“No exception, contestant, merchant, guest, or warrior. We cannot afford even a shadow to slip through unchecked.”
Ronan bowed slightly, his broa
