Modric’s POV
“Then I will accompany you, even if it costs me Ironclaw’s throne.”
Mary Ann stared at me across the council table.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Kylian stood beside the war map with one hand resting on the western route into Nightveil. Lucian watched from the opposite side of the room, his expression unreadable. Marek remained near the sealed door with Cassius’s ultimatum still lying beneath his investigation cloth.
The room was full of commanders.
Yet the argument belonged only to Mary Ann and me.
“You cannot leave Ironclaw during an invasion,” she said.
“I can.”
“You are the Alpha.”
“Yes.”
“The pack needs you here.”
“The pack needs command. Kylian can provide it.”
Kylian lifted his head.
“I appreciate being volunteered again.”
“You are Beta,” I said.
“I
