“Bind her?” Luka’s voice cracked through the hall like a whip. “You think you can chain her soul with some ritual and call it mercy?”

Soren didn’t flinch. “Better chains than flames.”

“I’ll tear your throat out before I let you touch her,” Luka snarled, golden eyes flashing, his wolf bristling just under his skin.

The elder’s staff struck the floor with a thunderous crack. “Careful, boy. Defy me, and you defy the council.”

“Then consider me in defiance,” Luka ...