"Fate doesn't always announce itself with thunder or fire; sometimes it walks in, says one terrifying sentence, and leaves you drowning in your own pheromones."
Elias's POV
I was still rolling my shoulders and muttering about wolves who took themselves way too seriously when the others dispersed. Alaric had been pulled away from some private discussion with the elders, no doubt, and Marcus trailed after him, followed by Captain Thorne Rell, Sir Gavriel Thorne, and Lord Rivan, and that left me in the chamber with Juno, Nyra, Kael, and Riven.
"Finally," I said, dropping onto a chair like I owned the place. "Some peace. No kings, no betas, no—"
