Damon
The wax seal was already cracked when Ronan handed me the letter. Whoever delivered it had wanted to make a point: we’re already inside your Court.
I read the contents twice. I understood it the first time, but I didn’t want to believe what I was reading.
It was a formal challenge. Signed in blood-red ink by Kael, the self-proclaimed Beta of the Rogues, implying there was an Alpha of the Rogues which was ridiculous.
It was countersigned by Lady Sera, an exiled noble turned mercenary. A coordinated assault, pre-announced. Bold. Calculated. And completely insulting.
‘We know your halls. We know your guards. We know your blood isn’t legitimate.’
The last line made me believe this wasn’t an idle threat.
Ronan stood silently across the table, arms folded, expression hard. Jackso
