The Price Of Fate
I warned Ingrid.
Ingrid turned to Ethan instantly, indignant.
“Are you going to allow him to speak to me that way?” she demanded.
Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He looked… tired. Afraid. And trapped between the pack’s fear and the pack’s laws. Then he said, firm and final,
“Nyra won.”
Ingrid’s eyes widened. Ethan continued, voice controlled but edged.
“And this means Ronan and Nyra will be named the winners,” he said. “Unless the pack rejects them, we will be fair.”