Kael's POV.
I stormed out of the throne chamber, my heart pounding, my fists clenched, the air thick with the echo of my words suspending Elders Ruth and Thomas.
Their cruel demands, kill Sonia, enslave Liam, still burned in my mind, my anger burning hot. How could they even suggest such a thing if they weren't monsters?
The packhouse halls were dim, torches flickering, the stone floor cold under my boots, my ash-gray shirt tight, my wolf, Zeus, growling, his rage steady, his protectiveness fierce.
I saw Brian near the entrance, his brown eyes tense, his armor glinting, his hands clasped.
My heart raced, my worry for Liam and Aria loud, their safety my duty after all we'd been through.
"Where's Liam?" I asked, my voice rough, my eyes burning into his, my chest heaving.
Brian bowed slightly, his face serious, his voice low.
