Ronan’s POV
“Say it out loud,” Rhys says, “so you have to hear yourself say it.”
We’re in Garrick’s own study with the door shut and his own brandy on the desk between us, and he’s locked in a room at the end of his own corridor with two of my men on it, which is illegal in about four different ways.
“I’m claiming her.”
“Under what.”
“Pack claim. Article nine. A standing Alpha may extend claim over an unbound wolf in danger of trafficking across a border, and that claim carries the right of pursuit into neighboring territory without a council hearing.”
“Article nine,” Rhys repeats. “Which was written for cargo runs and orphans, and which requires the wolf in question to be, and I’m quoting the actual document here, of the claiming Alpha’s household or intended household.”
“Yes.”
