Chapter 34
Trista's POV
I stood silently, without interjecting.
Having been mated to Cassian for three years, I clearly understood their insistence on order.
Though Howard was elderly and no longer the acting Alpha, his word was law.
Wilmot was extremely devoted to Howard, never defied the elder generation, and was unusually strict with Cassian.
Alaina had the most compassion, but little actual influence.
Cassian and Wynn, no matter how public their profile was, had to adhere to pack rules back home.
As for me—the never-fully-accepted "daughter of a fallen Alpha," the Luna of Ironthorn—there was no need to elaborate.
I straightened my spine, containing my aura tightly within my bones.
My back-neck gland gave a faint prick. I suppressed the sting, not letting my emotions show.
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