For a second, Lyra thought she’d misheard him.
I won’t help you do it again.
The words hung in the chamber. The last time Jonah had stood in a circle, he’d chosen the pack over her.
Silas’s fingers whitened on the table. “Acting Alpha Hale,” he said, voice sharp. “The question was about Hollow Ridge sheltering a rogue, not your sentimental—”
“The question was about stability,” Jonah cut in, still looking at Lyra. “I’m answering it.”
Risky, interrupting an elder. The room rippled.
The presiding Councilor lifted a hand. “Watch your tone, Hale. But finish.”
“Thornridge once decided that breaking Lyra Quinn’s bond and attempting to…reassign her was in the best interest of our pack and this Council’s order,” Jonah said. His voice was steady; his hands were not. “That decision shattered t
