Father looks to Mother, then to me, before he stammers, “W-what about banishment, Your Majesty?”
“Would you like to be banished?” Nathan asks coolly. “What about you, Mr. Daniels? Is that a punishment you believe you all deserve?”
None of them answer. If a feather drifted through the air and brushed up against the ceiling, we would hear it. And Nathan lets us sweat in that silence.
“I’m an outsider. It’s not a secret,” Nathan says, his piercing gray eyes fixing on my father. “But you, Thomas. You fought harder for me to assume this position than any council member. What could have changed, that you now think of me as a threat to your pack’s independence?”
I think back to the night in the ballroom, the hushed conversations and whispers that Nathan had come to take the Toronto pack for G
