Zyros’s POV

Ronan wanted me to bleed tonight, but not in battle and certainly not for the pack.

“The heir will have to take the Blood Oath,” Ronan said, his voice ringing loud in the hall. Everyone present turned at each other in uttermost surprise, even the warriors stiffened. Elders dipped their heads slowly, like the words Rona had said were sacred. I felt their eyes shift to me, waiting to see if I would crack. If I would shriek and say No!

Even Markus hadn’t survived it and he ...