Malrik POV
“Now, onto the second matter,” Zebulon said, his voice cutting sharper than a blade as his eyes pinned me in place. “This one involves you directly, Alpha Malrikarion. It concerns your blatant disregard for the pact made by the Twelve to safeguard our kind.”
I tensed, already knowing where he was headed.
“You harbor a Moonchild,” Zebulon declared, each word dripping with judgment. “And you refuse to let us uphold the justice that was agreed upon.”
The chamber shifted, the air growing heavier. Cassian, who had spent the better part of the meeting lounging in disinterest, suddenly came alive. His posture straightened, and the sharpness in his eyes fixed entirely on me.
“A Moonchild in your employ?” His tone was threaded with both intrigue and suspicion.
The sudden focus unse
