Ivy dipped the quill into the small glass pot of black ink, her hand trembling only slightly as she began to write. The letter had to be perfect, formal, factual, and damning. The council didn’t tolerate recklessness, especially from someone like Roman Hale, heir and Alpha to one of the most powerful bloodlines among their kind.

She had rehearsed the opening line in her head for hours.

To the Esteemed Council of Elders,

I regret to inform you that Alpha Roman Valen has once again violated ...