I stormed into the chamber, making no apologies for the dramatic entrance, the doors swinging open with a force that silenced the entire room, I could practically hear everyone holding their breath.

Not that I was surprised—it's like they all collectively decided to make me feel like an intruder. 

Every pair of eyes, sharp as daggers, turned to me, but I didn't flinch. It was just an audience of judgmental old wolves, except a few.

Zion, seated in his high chair at the ...