Chapter 111

**Ronan's POV**

The lightning scar on my palm burned like molten metal as I walked into the council chamber.

Ten pairs of eyes turned toward me. Ten faces that had watched me grow up, taught me to fight, prepared me to lead this pack. Now they looked at me like I was a stranger. Like I was the enemy.

My father sat at the head of the table, his face carved from stone. My mother stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders in a show of unity that ...