Roman's pov.
“We’re going to let you keep the female and her child.”
Scarlett is inconsolable.
Erasmus and the other elders of the high council stare at me from their seats with rock-hard faces. There’s not a shred of pity in their eyes.
This is how our world is.
They were exceptional Alphas in their prime, and now that they’ve grown old they sit at the pinnacle of power. Elders of the Alpha council, and the final voices on what happens in my life and in the life of my mate.
“What changed?”
I feel my father’s aura prickle me lightly as he stills but Fenrir snarls and rage burns in my heart. Slow and steady.
I raise my eyes to look at them, each face aged and weathered face but still brimming with the youth werewolf genes and biology grant them.
I stare each elder of the council down, and I ask the question I’ve wanted to ask since they began beating my mate down with their snide laidback remarks.
“Was the council really going to order me to return my mate and child to a man
