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utrage in the hall

nning herself furiously. "Stealing a funerary tribute from a war hero's shrine to fo

d Margaret Beaumont, an elder Luna from a prominent border pack. "Su

tting his brown hair against his forehead. "No! No, Your Majesty, this is

m off, my voice steady, cold, and merciless. "You knew that if you claimed we had a prior li

on's booming voice shook the r

e trailing behind him. He radiated the oppressive, dark aura of

have made an error in judgment regarding a piece of cloth, but his intentions were noble! Edward is dead!

urderous gaze wi

ound, my Wolfless body cowering under his Alpha command. But my soul had alread

timidation mean

ard the royal dais, "then let the cloth be burned right here, so it may

na decreed before Karson

ier filled with glowing coals. The royal herald d

light, the embroidered wolf crest dissolving int

ding together so hard I could hear the enamel cr

d your name. However, the matter of your pack's governance remains unsettled. As an unmate

lea. Betroth me to Lord Edward. Grant me the title of his honorary widow. I will manage t

nnot allow millions of gold coins and ten thousand elite wolf-

reinforced doors at the back of the Great H

vered in dried black blood, stumbled across the thre

rieked, his voice hoarse with terror. "The Rogue packs have breached the o