Chapter 92

• Calvin’s POV
• "Do you hear them, Calvin?" Miles leaned against the massive oak doors of the royal council chamber, his face a mixture of frustration and amusement. "They're out there deciding if we're even fit to rule. As if we haven't bled for this pack already."
• I didn't say anything right away; instead, I stared at the faded crest on the wall, the symbol of our family that now felt like both a blessing and a curse. "They don't think we belong, Miles," I said finally, my voice low but steady. "And they're not completely wrong.