Chapter 82

Briar’s POV

Kylan was pissed. I looked at him drowning. "What’s wrong?"

"Those council fuckers want us to pack up as soon as possible. They keep forgetting who we are. Fuck neutral ground. I hate disrespect." His eyes were glowing, amber rimmed with that dangerous heat that only showed up when he was seconds from doing something reckless. His claws were already extended, his canines showing.

He stood by the window, arms crossed, his whole body vibrating with contained fire. Literally. I could almost feel the heat radiating off his skin.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Did something happen?"

He shot me a look like I just asked if water was wet. "You mean other than the fact that they’re treating us like rogue rats instead of royalty? I get that we’re technically not on home turf, but dammit, Briar, we’re still kings."

I nodded slowly, letting his words settle. He was talking about the elders.