Third Person's POV
Lance stared at the cold-gleaming moon-crown emblem on the throne. His wolf's-head mark burned with agitation.
The Lycan King before him was no longer the brother who'd given him frosted cakes in childhood but a sovereign wielding authority.
He realized from the start this argument was unwinnable.
If Lycan Erasmus issued a decree, Adelaide would have no choice but to comply.
Yet, he refused to back down.
His fingers brushed the wolf-bone dagger at his waist. "Adelaide has just returned from battle, her glands still searing from prolonged shifting. You'd have her become a priestess in such a state?" he said.
His battlefield edge seemed to return. Standing before Lycan Erasmus, he made no effort to hide his protective stance regarding Adelaide.
"Besides, after the
