Leopold’s POV
“LET. HER. GO!”
The command tore from my chest before I consciously decided to speak. Every head in the courtyard snapped in my direction.
Cecilia’s body was half-dragged across the stone, her wrists caught in the grip of two guards. Her hair had come loose from its covering. Her cheek was scraped. Dirt streaked across her pale flesh.
She was wearing the rags of a slave.
Rage didn’t build.
It detonated.
The air shifted instantly; even before I moved, I knew the entire pack could feel it. Many had gathered when they saw Cecilia being dragged by guards and humiliated by their Luna.
The guards released their hold on her immediately, and then each of them dropped to one knee, placing their fists over their hearts and bowing their heads in respect to me. I scowled a
