"An Alpha's silence is command. His voice is law. His presence is the crown itself."
The heavy doors of the King's office closed behind her like the crack of a whip, and suddenly the chamber felt too small, too thick with her presence. Luna Seraphine stepped inside with the grace of a queen already crowned, her silken gown dragging shadows in its wake. Behind her moved Selene and Thalia two shadows made flesh, both carrying that coiled violence of wolves who had forgotten patience. Valehart Nyra followed last, steady and unflinching, her every motion contained and measured like a blade resting in its sheath.
Marcus straightened from where he leaned against my desk, his expression slipping from easy humor to something harder, sharper. His shoulders stiffened, and I caught the faintest twitch in his jaw the Beta's silent way of preparing himself for a fight he knew was coming.
