Aria's POV
Elder Roswell's expression remained cold and unmoved. "Damon Hawthorne, stand aside. This does not concern you."
"It concerns me completely." His voice was firm, carrying across the clearing.
Roswell's grip tightened around his staff. "You are interfering with Council business."
"I don't care what business you claim to have." Damon stepped forward, placing himself between me and the Council army. "She goes nowhere with you."
His aura spread through the clearing, and several wolves immediately lowered their heads under the weight of his Alpha presence, but the Council soldiers remained still.
Then another man stepped forward beside Roswell. He was older, his silver hair falling past his shoulders, and his dark robes were marked with a different sigil.
"I am Elder Marcus, C
