Malrik POV

“Now, onto the second matter,” Zebulon said, his voice cutting sharper than a blade as his eyes pinned me in place. “This one involves you directly, Alpha Malrikarion. It concerns your blatant disregard for the pact made by the Twelve to safeguard our kind.”

I tensed, already knowing where he was headed.

“You harbor a Moonchild,” Zebulon declared, each word dripping with judgment. “And you refuse to let us uphold the justice that was agreed upon.”

The chamber ...