The declaration:

Donald

The metallic taste of blood still hung thick in the air.

Magnus writhed on the floor, coughing as the tongue I had severed was shoved back into his mouth. The room was silent, yet loud with unspoken fear. Some nobles averted their gaze, while others stared, stunned.

I didn’t flinch. My eyes were ice.

“Take him to the dungeons,” I ordered.

The guards obeyed swiftly, dragging the disgraced elder Alpha across the polished floor. Magnus whimpered as they pulled ...