The Hall of Bloodmoon Citadel had been transformed into a majestic court of unity. Great banners representing the surrounding realms hung beside the looming black-and-gold crest of Bloodmoon.
Diego and I sat upon the high dais on twin carved thrones. Beneath my mantle, my hand rested comfortably in Diego’s palm. Our fingers interlocked while the steady warmth of our soul-bond thrummed softly between us.
"High Lord Vincent of the Frostwood Pack," Miguel’s announced from the base of the dais.
A tall man dressed in silver-trimmed blue furs stepped forward. He walked to the center of the hall, halted ten paces from the dais, and sank deeply onto one knee, bowing his head in total deference. Behind him, two guards presented a chest bound in iron.
"Sovereign Alpha Diego, Sovereign Queen Oph
