IVAN'S POV
"Yes," I said. "At the Severance between Maeve Oakes and myself."
Whispers crawled through the chamber. Francis had his tense eyes fixed on me — a sharp contrast to Barty's shaky gaze. I tilted my head.
Was he putting on an act, or was he truly that terrified? Had he been responsible for the rumors? He'd always been a loud mouth, but I'd believed pack gossip was beneath him.
A minute later, and the still silver stayed cool.
"Did you attack any bystander during the ritual?"
"Yes."
Wide-eyed looks were exchanged from elder to elder, undisguised wariness seeping into their forms as they returned their attention to me. I was a caged wild animal to them.
Elder Ilyas cleared her throat.
"State their name and how this attack occurred."
The incident played out before my eyes before the words left my lips.
