Ragriel's POV
As soon as I was out of Aria's vision, I stopped suppressing my anger. The guards and maids standing on either side all bent more respectfully, not wanting to be the victim of my wrath.
My jaw tightened harder as I walked towards the council chamber. The scene of how Aria was sent here came back to me. Her face was pale and she had a wound on her forehead. No matter how I called her, she was unconscious. Alaric and I were raged. If Henry hadn't blocked me in time, I would have ripped the messenger's head off.
Someone must pay for my wrath.
My face was gloomy as I watched the door open and that stupid Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack had been waiting inside for a long time.
My eyes darkened even more after I saw the greed glinting with his smile. I balled my fists to suppress
