The storm did not wait.
It broke the moment the High Speaker raised his hand to call for order, and Rhovan’s voice cut through the chamber like steel through silk.
“I move,” he said, rising fully now, the weight of his presence demanding the entire circle’s gaze, “that Lord Draven Kaelith be placed under immediate suspension of his Alpha rights until this council concludes a full inquiry into the shadow that haunts his bond.”
The words were lightning.
They cracked through the chamber, scorching away the whispers, igniting gasps and growls. The storm the council had been holding in their chests now roared loose, voices rising, banners trembling in the sudden surge of air as wolves half-shifted in their seats.
Suspension. Not accusation. Not removal. But a strike as bold as a knife at D
