Third Person POV
A week have passed and the council elders were again pressuring him to officially met the new queen.
Unfortunatly he had to oblige.
The air in the council chamber was thick with unspoken tension. Golden chandeliers illuminated the grand hall, casting long shadows over the massive wooden table where the Elders sat in their traditional dark robes. Each of them bore the weight of centuries-old traditions, and their judgmental gazes were fixed firmly on Sofia.
Vaden sat beside her at the head of the table, his broad shoulders tense, his wolf bristling at the scrutiny directed at his mate. He had barely tolerated the idea of this meeting, but now that he was in the thick of it, his patience was wearing dangerously thin.
Elder Garrick, the eldest among them, cleared hi
