Kendrick
The room was filled with the weight of silence as the elders sat around the long oak table, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, concern, and discontent. Their eyes bore into me, expecting answers.
“Alpha Kendrick,” Elder Thomas began, his tone cautious but firm. “We have gathered to understand the events of last night. The Rhinestone Alpha was detained and released under… unusual circumstances. The council deserves clarity on the matter.”
I leaned back in my chair, casually resting an arm on the table, my other hand tracing the rim of my goblet. The rich scent of wine filled my senses, but I wasn’t drinking it. I wasn’t in the mood to entertain their so-called authority.
“I didn’t realize the Blood Lord needed to explain himself,” I replied smoothly, a hint of a smirk tu
