Landon's POV
The throne room was carved from black stone, cold and ancient, as though it had been built to outlast time itself.
At the far end stood a massive throne of stone, more a seat of judgment than of honor. Around it, the elders sat upon smaller stone seats, their eyes sharp and voices sharper, the weight of the pack's history pressing down on every breath that dared to echo within those walls.
The meeting with the council dragged on and I had nothing to say. I wanted to, many times. I wanted to defend myself against their accusations, but Fenris never let me.
If a question was thrown my way, he would intercept it before I could even open my mouth. He answered, defended and shielded me with his words before my thoughts could even take shape. It unsettled me and at the same time made me.... feel belonging.
"The boy is evil! He has clearly seduced the cold Fenris of the South!" one of the elders spat when Fenris admitted that I was his mate.
