"Some storms are not born in the sky. They are born when two wolves look at each other and refuse to bow."
Elias pov
The first roar interrupted King Alaric's words, and then Black my wolf rose. The second roar followed, and I could not breathe, not because of the roar still echoing in my bones, but because the air in the chamber had shifted, thickened, stretched, and snapped all at once.
My wolf, Black, clawed against my ribs, demanding release, demanding recognition. And then she walked in, and the doors of the council chamber burst open with no announcement, no guard escort, just the raw force of her presence pushing past centuries of tradition. Wolves gasped, chairs scraped, claws unsheathed. But none of it mattered because Taemin had arrived accompanied by Marcus, Gavriel, Rell, and Riven. They flagged her together with the royal guards as she stood taller and her silver eyes flashing in power.
