~ALARIC'S POV~
How dare Sylion?
How dare he pull such a trick in front of me, waving the Council's decree as if I was some weak pup to be tamed.
My fists clenched.
The veins in my arms throbbed, and I had to force myself not to tear the parchment in my mind to shreds. I paced to the far end of the Sanctum, turned sharply, and came back.
My wolf snarled inside me, restless, 'we should have torn him apart. Right there, right then!'
I grit my teeth, turning to the side. "How dare Sylion do this?" My voice edged with fury.
"Alpha, calm yourself first." Kaelan finally exhaled. "Anger won't solve this."
Calm? My head snapped toward him, but his steady eyes met mine without flinching. I breathed heavily through my nose, forcing air back into my lungs.
I had to appear calm, even when every bone in my body screamed to rip Sylion's smug face apart a moment ago.
