Alpha Orion
They weren't moving to help her, no, their eyes gleamed with cruel amusement, like wolves circling a deer that had just bitten one of them.
"Enough," Orion's voice was a razor.
But his beast didn't agree, his nails had already lengthened into claws, gouging lines into the wood of his throne as every instinct screamed to rip Iver apart. He had not missed the way the General's hand had touched what was his and in front of the council.
Rey's gaze darted toward him, not in fear, but in a strange, unreadable challenge.
Iver rose to his feet slowly, towering over her. The cut on his temple had already begun to knit together, but his eyes... his eyes promised violence.