The lamp burned steadily now, its flame no longer flickering. Theo had heard enough that made her tremble to her bones, but she couldn't stop herself from hearing the rest of it.
"Now, let's go over to the Voss bloodline," Sylas went on, "Whom were never meant to rule land,"
"Then what do they rule?" Theo asked.
"Truth," He answered simply.
The word hung heavy.
"The Argent Tribunal Pack produces wolves whose blood reacts to lies, corruption, and broken oaths. They were the judges of the old world—the ones who decided when a pack had gone too far. They don't create laws, they enforce consequences,"
His gaze softened when he spoke next.
"The Blackthorns were bred for endurance,"
Theo went stiff.
