Chapter 11

The ballroom of the Obsidian Syndicate was a powder keg, the air thick with the metallic scent of adrenaline and impending violence. Kaelen Thorne stood like a monolith before the firing squad of Grand Council enforcers, his muscles coiled, ready to rip the throat out of Armand Blanc the

Chapter 12

The Grand Council chamber was a theater of archaic power, constructed from dark mahogany, polished brass, and centuries of unyielding tradition. Tonight, however, it had been reduced to a corrupt kangaroo court.

Kaelen Thorne knelt in the center of the circular room. Thick, runic-carve

Chapter 13

Silence reigned in the Grand Council chamber, broken only by the ragged, terrified breathing of the Alphas forced to the floor.

Elara stood in the center of the wreckage, a terrifying vision of sovereign authority. She looked down at Julian, whose eyes were fixed on the heavy silver ri