"The blood has already left your face, Vincent. You look as though the moon has abandoned you," Roman Vale Ro rumbled, his voice echoing like shifting stone within the iron-clad walls of the silver pits.Vincent Hale scrambled back, his shackles rattling against the damp floor. "You cannot do this to me! The Council will never allow it! I am an Elder of the Southern Verge!"Willow Grant Log felt the ground begin to heave beneath her boots. The scent of damp stone and the sharp, acidic tang of silver in the air made her head swim. The world tilted, the torchlight on the walls blurring into long, jagged streaks of amber."The Council follows the Alpha, and the Alpha has seen your treason," Roman replied, stepping away from the bars to wrap a steadying arm around Willow’s waist. "I offered you the respect due to your age for years. Now, you will face my wrath. You should have considered the cost before you conspired with Luca Ferraro to ambush my mate. You sought to bleed the Vale; now y
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