(Daciana POV)
Lobo’s acceptance fell over the sacred field like a chain thrown around every throat, and Blackfang’s old shame found a new face.
He stood with Bardolph’s Alpha ring on his finger, smiling at me like I was not a woman, but property returning to law.
The Blackfang elders looked relieved, because frightened men love any strong voice that promises their sins can become tradition again.
Bardolph stepped forward with murder in his eyes, but I felt through the bond that his rage was fighting something more dangerous.
Guilt.
He had surrendered his seat to prove he would not own me, and his own elders had turned that surrender into another cage.
Lobo lifted his hand, letting the black Alpha ring flash red beneath the moon as if the stone approved his claim.
“Daciana of Rudina
