Killian’s POV

“My Lord.”

Ronan’s voice came through the half-open door, his tone laced with restraint and urgency.

I didn’t look up from the scroll I was reviewing. “What is it?”

“The Elders are at the Inner Court,” he said. “They demand to see the Alpha. They want a meeting.”

I frowned. “Right now? They didn’t inform us of any scheduled meeting.”

“They didn’t,” Ronan answered. “They suddenly showed up. And... they look furious.”

“Furious,” I muttered, rising to my feet with a bitter scoff. “They have no right to order me around like some adolescent pup.”

Ronan bowed slightly. “I think... we should just attend the meeting, My Lord....