“YOU will NOT face any trials for THAT wolf!” the King bellowed. Chrystal’s body shook, and Castian’s wolf made a sound that was not for her, but soothed her regardless.
His wolf growled, deep and low, at the Rogue King.
The two rogues stared at each other, neither one backing down.
“She is my mate,” Castian said through gritted teeth. “She is MY Luna!” he shouted at the King. Claiming her again in front of the world.
Chrystal’s quaking heart sighed as she fixed her gaze on the ground. No longer able to watch the mysterious argument.
“You don’t have a Luna! You are not the Alpha King!” the King shot back, his voice seeming to shake the cave walls with a vibration that seemed to reach the foundations of the mountain itself, while at the same time piercing every heart in the hall.
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