I narrowed my eyes at Selene. "What do you mean by that?"
Selene smiled radiantly and clapped her hands. Through the door walked a group of familiar faces—my own Pack Elders, every one of them.
"You? What are you all doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? We're here to overthrow you. Can't you see?"
"Selene Frostveil, how dare you?"
"When your Frostveil bloodline fell into ruin years ago, who was it that reached out and saved your entire house? And now, for the sake of some young rogue, you scheme against me like this?"
If I weren't bound to this chair, I would have lunged forward and killed this treacherous pair with my own claws.
A wave of rage surged through my chest, refusing to subside.
The angrier I became, the more excited Selene and Darian grew.
"Oh, I almost forgot to mention something." Selene's smile widened. "We're in the Warded Sea-Den now—neutral ground in open waters. Pack law doesn't apply here. If you want to save your meddlesome foster-dam, you'll have no choice but to play our dominance wager to the very end!"
I stared at the mate I had once cherished above all others, and a wave of bitter self-mockery washed through me.