Nerves grew and tension spread through the silence of the grand hall of the silver palace.
Figures sat around an oval table. Five chairs were set around, yet only three were occupied by males, all with their beta guards by their sides as they waited.
“Unbelievable that a Rahl heir still lives. I should have suspected when the Sorgale territory began to gain protectors in numbers.
I should have known Silas’s spawn was still alive,” Emorott, the Chief of Redstone, muttered.
“I wonder how the hell you didn’t know about Syzarion’s plan, Korak!” Chief Archon of Moonvale called to the Bluestone alpha.
The Bluestone chief stayed stiff, his hands arched under his chin as his dark eyes watched the Moonvale chief.
“Of course, I had no idea either,” Korak said quietly. His brows drew together,
