The words rippled through the chamber, settling heavily in every chest.
From the far end of the hall, the great doors creaked open. All eyes turned to the entrance, where two towering figures stepped forward—the Beta and Gamma of the Lycan King. Their presence alone sent shivers of authority down the spines of those gathered.
Normally, it was the King himself who would escort one to judgment. And indeed, he had wanted to. The urge burned in his veins, a restless growl he suppressed even now as he watched from his throne.
But he knew what would follow—chaos, outrage, whispers turning into storms. If he walked beside her, if he made it known before the world that she was his to claim, the trial would no longer be trial but war.
So, he remained seated, his golden eyes hard as steel, and entrusted the task to his most loyal men.
Between them, Livia appeared.
