Dravina’s POV
“Even you, Tavian?” Zenovia’s voice cracked with disbelief as she turned to him, her eyes wide, her words trembling.
I had expected her outburst Tavian was from Ashflow, her homeland, after all.
His face was etched with conflict, regret tightening his features, but when he spoke, his voice was steady.
“Sorry, Luna,” he murmured, soft but unshakable. “But Alpha’s word is law.”
Zenovia’s eyes snapped back to Malrik, desperate, searching his face for some crack in his resolve.
“You’re serious,” she whispered, incredulous. “You would actually throw me into a cell for her?” The word spat from her lips like venom, her gaze flicking to me, seething with contempt and barely veiled desperation.
But Malrik didn’t answer. He didn’t even spare her a glance. His silence said more t
