Chapter 11

A tense hush settled over the study, thick as fog. Ash shifted on the edge of the cushion, feeling the leather press into the backs of his knees. His father, Grill, stood before the tall windows, one hand pressed flat against the glass, the last rays of sunlight staining his broad shoulders a burnt orange. After several heartbeats filled only by Ash’s shallow breathing, the boy finally exhaled. 

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Ash’s voice cracked, each word jagged. “And what do you mean you haven’t been left with any choice?” He leaned forward, elbows digging into his thighs, eyes wide with dread.

Grill turned slowly, his expression tense but resolute. He folded his arms across his chest, the silver bracelet on his wrist catching the fading light. “Alpha Cameroon wants you to marry one of