Chapter 89 Eighty Nibe
- RYAN'S POV
- The council room still reeked of cheap cigars, old velvet, and even older politics. I had barely left the hall, and already my wolf was pacing, irritated and impatient. Every single damn time, it was the same thing. Endless whining. Backhanded complaints. Veiled insults cloaked in the name of tradition.
- Today, it was about Ariel. Again.