If the members of the Skald were unhappy with Oryns ultimatum they didn’t have time to voice it. He simply stood up, grabbed my hand, and walked out of the pack hall.
“Doing it in public like that…” Kaden found us behind the massive building a look of concern etched on his usually icy features. He glanced back towards the hall as if looking for some sort of sign of rebellion. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing brother?”
“Of course,” Oryn was quick to say. “No matter what I say they’ll be forced to agree to it. The problem will be keeping them to their word. Technically they only need me for as long as I can have domain over the dragons, since father is clearly slipping already there's no telling how long it will be before even I am rendered unusable by those old crows.”
