RYKER
My father exhaled, slow and controlled, and his eyes moved across the silent room and came to rest on Amaris where she sat at the front. He looked at her a beat too long, his face before he locked it away, and then he dragged his gaze off my mate and turned it back to the room full of waiting people.
"Zoya was a faithful Luna," he began. "For twenty-two years she gave everything she had to this pack. Her loyalty to it was never once in question. Her love for every wolf under this roof was never in question."
He stopped. Glanced sideways at Freya. Freya gave a small, regal nod, granting him leave to keep speaking in his own house, in front of his own council, and the rage came surging back up my throat hot and acidic.
