Gideon’s POV
The hall was still heavy with the echo of that single command: Wait.
Every wolf in the room stood still, ears forward, eyes looked toward the far shadows. My own wolf growled just beneath my skin, claws itching to fight. Whoever had dared interrupt my judgment had stepped into dangerous ground.
Then, from the shadow, the figure emerged.
At first, I was not able to recognise him. His gait was slower than I remembered, weighed down by age, his shoulders hunched slightly from years of battle and duty.
But when his face lifted and the torchlight struck silver across his weathered features which were full of wisdom and slight edge of cunningness, recognition slammed into me.
Uncle Darius. Daphne’s father.
My father’s most loyal advisor.
He was the one who was praised as th
