The aftermath of Julian's surrender was swift, brutal, and meticulously orchestrated.

I stood in the center of the Great Hall, wrapped in Kaelen's heavy leather coat, watching as the Inquisition guards moved in to secure the prisoners. The air in the room had fundamentally shifted; the oppressive,

The collective gasp of the Ironwood Pack seemed to suck all the remaining oxygen from the Great Hall.

I stared down at Kaelen Thorne, the most feared enforcer in the Lycan territories, as he knelt before me with his broadsword resting on the cold marble. The High Inquisitor bowed to no one. He ans