[Violet]
"Why the hell would you think my wife is one of them?" Lucien demanded.
He was behind me, seething. I didn't need to look to know his shoulders were squared and his jaw clenched. Both his hands gripped the back of my chair hard enough to splinter it. The wooden frame groaned beneath his fists. One sharp tug and it would shatter.
The wooden seat cracked under his grip.
Dorian Vargsward, seated with his back straight and his fingers still steepled beneath his chin, didn't even flinch. "Hildegard," he said, eyes now locked on his son. "Explain it to them."
Hildegard nodded, her expression cool and unreadable. "I visited your old pack," she said, eyes sliding to mine. "The Moonfall pack."
My pulse spiked slightly at the mention of that name, even if I didn't let it show. Lucien'
