Chapter 92

Elara's POV

"Were it not for them, there would be no Tempestshroud Pack standing proud today!"

The voice rang like thunder in the Origin Hall, rolling off the carved stone walls.

I lifted my head. Alaric Valkar—my First Uncle—stood at the threshold, his expression carved with the authority of decades. Of all the elders of our bloodline, seemingly he was the one Vanya feared most.

Her smug defiance