Third Person
"You wanted a show... then watch closely." Marcus couldn't forget the last words Rain had whispered before walking out on them. This was not the little brother they had all watched grow up. Whatever happened on the way to Moonfang, he was going to find out.
Just then, a guard stepped into the morgue and bowed. "The King demands your presence, my princes."
The brothers glanced at each other and walked out.
As they entered the council hall, they were met with the smug face of their omega brother. Rain was seated on his throne, the one next to his father, his legs crossed and his gaze cold and unreadable. The ministers and elders sat too stiffly in their seats; even the king looked a little uncomfortable.
"Father," they all greeted and bowed.
"Take your seats," the king ordered.
Everyone sat down, their eyes focused on Rain. Behind the king, Kebel stood, his eyes stern and his hand on his sword as if prepared for war.
