"I've already thought about it," Voren said, his voice calm but edged with steel that cut through the room like a blade.
His parents went dead silent right away. He pushed up from the sofa and stood tall, looking from one to the other with clear disappointment burning in his eyes. "And this is my verdict."
The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees, turning thick and heavy.
"No woman deserves to be treated like some kind of outcast just because she wouldn't dance to her husband's disgusting tune," he continued, his gaze locking hard onto his mother. "If this pack doesn't want her, then fine. We'll build our own pack."
Neither Oriana nor Vladimir said a word. For the first time, they truly got it. This wasn't some discussion they could talk their way out of. Voren had already made up his mind, and nothing they said was going to change it.
