"Power can hide a lie, but it cannot erase the scent of truth."
After Elias and the BlackThorne team left, the silence in the royal chamber was thick enough to choke on. Every wolf present, council member, guards, and advisors waited for me to speak. I could feel their unease, the way their eyes darted between Taemin's retreating figure and the throne where I now sat. My wolf, Vayne, prowled just beneath my skin, his fury controlled but burning.
I rested my hands on the carved arms of my chair and let my gaze sweep the room. "Marcus," I said finally, my voice steady and cold. "Report."
My Beta straightened at once, every inch the soldier, every inch the friend who knew me best. "Yes, my King." He turned, his eyes cutting straight to Commander Tovik, who stiffened under the weight of his stare. "It is no secret now. The one responsible for the imprisonment of Taemin Blackthorne is none other than Commander Tovik, aided by his Silver Fang assassins.
