Riven Nightspire was also silent. His composure had been restored since the armrest. His green eyes swept the table with the mild, professional interest of a king attending a debate that concerned him diplomatically and personally in zero ways that he intended to reveal.
His silence was also strategic. Though he had already claimed she was his niece, speaking for her here would signal an alliance between Nightspire and Shadowclaw.
Serena leaned forward. "With all due respect to the Alphas who have spoken, debating this is a waste of my time and everyone else's at this table."
Alpha Malrec Ashbound, whose bearing carried the measured dignity of a man whose leadership style was built on principle rather than politics, leaned forward with his hands clasped.
