Ariella's POV
I will never forget Francis’ final gaze just before the warriors took him away. I thought he would be angry at me, maybe even hate me for the decision I made. I had ordered him, the prime minister of Silver Wing, to be imprisoned—an action that could tear the pack apart. But he wasn’t angry. He didn’t hate me. The way he looked at me was almost... approving. Like a teacher watching a student pass a difficult test. His calm acceptance unsettled me. It was as though he knew exactly how things would unfold and trusted my decisions completely. It was unexpected, leaving me feeling more conflicted than ever.
After Francis was taken to the holding cells, the fallout came swiftly. People began flooding into my office, urging me to make a decision and deal with the situation immed
