Chapter 37: Strategic Submission
(Aspen's POV)
I stepped forward, letting the ceremonial robes glide smoothly against the marble floor, a vision of perfect grace and control. Every step resounded with calm submission, though my wolf, Cora, prowled restlessly beneath the surface. My family had shown their might, demonstrated their unwavering authority. Now, it was time for me to forge the next move.
Gazing across the hall, I caught the relief flickering in the gathered wolves’ eyes. They longed for an end to their torment, a chance to redeem themselves and flee with their pride—or at least, part of it—intact. I could almost taste their desperation.
"Please," I began softly, folding my hands in front of me. My voice carried just enough fragility to evoke sympathy. "Our esteemed guest
