EMBER'S POV
Fated mates. The Lycan King just claimed a fated bond in front of the council. In front of the entire gallery.
In front of my mother and Gale and Logan and everyone who thought they had me trapped.
It's a powerful performance. Some elders look moved—Elder Catherine, the omega representative, has something soft in her eyes.
Even Elder James's cold expression flickers with something that might be doubt.
For one breathless moment, I think it's going to work. I think we've won.
Then Elder James calls for order, and something in his voice makes my blood run cold.
"The council appreciates the Lycan King's passionate testimony," he says, and the word passionate sounds bitter. "However, before we can rule on the fated mate claim, the council has received evidence that must be co
