Draven stood still for a moment after Mark’s threat.
The room seemed to grow heavier.
Mark’s grin stretched wider, almost unhinged, as he watched Draven’s back.
Slowly… Draven turned.
His eyes were calm—but the calm carried something far more dangerous than rage.
Mark chuckled.
“Ah… so you do understand what I mean.”
Of course Draven understood.
Every wolf raised under the ancient laws knew the punishment.
A female disguising herself as a male to enter the academy.
Deception of the council. Violation of sacred order.
The punishment was simple... Execution before sunrise.
Draven knew the law. But he also knew something else.
He would never let it happen. He said nothing.
Instead, he turned again toward the door and reached for the handle.
Mark’s laughter rang out again.
“You
