I sat on the red bench across the narrow aisle from Alpha Cyrus, the gold detailing on the armrests catching the light every time I leaned forward. Which was already irritating as fuck.
The Night Court representatives watched from the upper galleries while our elders sat behind us in their own rows. Cyrus was already smiling that smug half-smile he wore when he thought he had the upper hand.
We had been arguing over a strait for nearly two hours now when he decided to swing low.
"You talk about securing the Corven Strait like Graymoor still has teeth," he said, loud enough for the whole Crimson Assembly chamber. "But we've all heard it. Your wolf's been gone ten years. How exactly are you planning to keep humans out if you can't even shift?"
The room went quiet. I looked around once and didn't miss the way a few of them didn't look back. Cyrus just said it out loud.
