Alaric’s POV
I was ready to start throwing hands a minute ago, but now, seeing how quickly and resolutely the BloodyMoon pack came to Cara’s defense, I allowed myself to calm down, at least enough to sit back down and contain myself.
My fury at those that had spoken against Cara remained, however, and simmered just under the surface of my skin, making me want to shift and fight half of this room.
“Your pack truly loves Cara,” I said to Eamon, feeling a sense of pride for her, and for the pack that adored her so. “You’ve done well, leading such a compassionate pack.”
“I’ve done nothing,” Eamon said. “Cara has cultivated this loyalty all on her own by being the wonderful person that she is.” Eamon paused a moment, before looking at me.
By now the spectacle on the stage was mostly over.
