Malrik’s POV
“I want you and Zenovia gone by today,” I said, my voice slicing through the tension like a blade.
Dashira’s eyes flared as she shook her head, defiant.
“I have every right to be here. This is my home. My pack. As for Zenovia, her case is with the Alpha Council now. Whether she stays or goes isn’t for you to decide anymore. And make no mistake if she’s removed, we lose the South.”
Her words struck like venom, but I held my ground despite the heat rising in my chest. The betrayal wasn’t new it was just more blatant now. My own aunt, siding with the enemy.
Technically, she was right. The pack was as much hers as it was mine, and with Drethos escalating matters to the Alpha Council, Zenovia’s fate was out of my immediate control. If I forced her out now, it would be seen as
