For one long moment, nobody moved.Maddox stood between Rhea and the council guards, his body angled toward the table while his wolf filled the chamber like a storm held inside skin. The elders stared at him with the stunned offense of men who had expected obedience and found a wall instead. Isolde’s face had gone pale beneath her perfect control, and Rowan Solmere watched from near the shelves with the grim stillness of someone who had known the ground would crack and had still hoped it might wait another day.Behind Maddox, Rhea stood very still.She could feel his power pressing through the room, dark and protective, and some broken part of her wanted to lean into it. That was the old instinct, the one that remembered him stepping in front of her during council disputes, border hearings, and ceremonies where the elders smiled too softly before trying to cut her apart with etiquette. Her body remembered safety beside his back.Her heart knew bette
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