Caesar's POV
I watched through the window as Viya walked out into the snowstorm without a backward glance, her head held high despite the humiliation Margaret had just heaped on her. The stubborn little wolf would rather freeze to death than ask me for help.
Fury bubbled inside me, though I kept my expression neutral as I turned back to face Luna Margaret.
"When are we eating?" I asked coldly, cutting through the awkward chatter that had resumed. "Or is the entertainment for tonight simply watching you torment a girl half your age?"
The room fell silent. Margaret's face flushed with indignation.
"If you don't approve of how I run this household, Caesar, you're welcome to leave," she snapped, her voice trembling slightly.
I smiled without warmth. "And miss such an educat
