"I was angry! She's— weak. She can't shift. My pack would never accept a Luna who—" Magnus's words were interrupted by the Lycan King again, who said,
"Then you're a fool." His cold green eyes looked at him as though he was a pest, something that should be crushed beneath his boot. The air in the court room turned sharp, like winter had slipped through the cracks in the stone. "Fate handed you a gift. You threw it in the mud because you were afraid of what your wolves would say. I don't have that problem."
Magnus stood with so much force that he sent the seat flying three steps away from the table with a loud screeching sound that echoed off the high walls. The oak chair tumbled, legs clattering against marble. Omegas in the corridor paused, then wisely chose not to enter.
