جميع فصول : الفصل

The atmosphere in the hall shifted from shock to a cold, calculated assessment. The other Alphas were no longer looking at the drama as a spectacle; they were observing it as a power vacuum.In the corner, the Elder Alpha of the Southern Coalition, a man known for his rigid adherence to tradition, stood up. He did not look at Garrick. Instead, he turned his gaze directly toward Kaelen."The accusations made here today," the Elder began, his voice raspy and devoid of emotion, "are of the highest order. If what the Luna of Midnight Frost says is true, the legitimacy of the Bloodstone line has been compromised for years."Garrick tried to rise, his face a mask of purple-veined fury, but two of his own lead warriors—men who had stood by him through a dozen border skirmishes—placed heavy, restraining hands on his shoulders. They did not do it with malice; they did it with the resigned, somber duty of soldiers who had realized their commander had led them into a dead end."Sit down, Alpha,"