(Raiden’s POV)
Something primal snapped inside me.
I tried to suppress it, to remind myself that she wasn’t mine anymore—if she ever truly had been.
But Horace didn’t give a damn about logic or pride. It howled, clawing at my control, furious that another wolf—my Beta—had dared to pursue her.
“Traitor!” He growls. “Traitourous dog!”
The image played on an endless loop in my mind throughout the council meeting. Zion’s earnest expression. The quiet conviction in his voice.
The way Siena’s gaze softened, even if only slightly, as he spoke.
I tried to focus on the final competition standings, to listen as the council debated the unprecedented tie between Windhowl and Silverfang, but all I could think about was Zion’s hand lingering near Siena’s, his body angle
