A Luna for the Lycan King
Finn drifted to my shoulder in the settling quiet with his amber eyes half-lidded, doing the thing he does, the thing whole councils forget he can do until it matters.
“I’ve been reading this room since midnight,” he murmured, for my ears alone. “Every heart in it beats guilty of something, my friend. Tax fraud. Adultery. One memorable gentleman from the southern packs has strong feelings about his brother’s mate. But none of them, not one, beats guilty of THIS.” His voice dropped lower. “Whoever took her is not standing in your ballroom. Whatever your nobles howl, the rot is not inside your walls. For whatever the word of an old vampire is worth.”