Ronan pov
The council chamber felt smaller than usual.
Maybe because all twelve elders were present, crowding the circular room with their combined disapproval. Perhaps because I knew what this meeting was about before Elder Thomas even called it to order.
They were here to discuss Elena. To question my judgment. To demand I reject the mate bond and choose duty over fate.
Let them try.
*Finally,* Edward said, satisfaction bleeding through his tone. *Finally, you’re going to fight for her.*
I took my seat at the head of the table. The Alpha’s chair, carved from ancient oak and bearing the pack’s insignia. A reminder of authority. Of power.
Of responsibility.
“Thank you all for coming,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. “I understand you requested this meeting.”
“We did.” Elder Th
