/-Zara-/

Maleek's hand shot out and caught my elbow, his grip firm as he steadied me. "Breathe," he said quietly, though I could see the fury building behind his grey eyes. "Just breathe."

But breathing felt impossible. A High Inquisitor. From the Supreme Wolf Council. Here. For me.

"This is Moira's doing," Maleek said, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. He turned to the servant. "How long ago did they arrive?"

"Perhaps twenty minutes, Alpha. They're waiting in the great hall with ...