208. Called to Account

~ CASIMIR ~

As we gathered in council, I was grinding my teeth, pacing back and forth across the center of the room, staring Cayn down at any moment I had the option. Because the fucker had every right to call me to account like this—but I was beyond angry that he’d chosen to do so publicly. He knew that my mate had stumbled into this minefield. He knew that if we worked together we could smooth ruffled fur and turn bared fangs into submissive stances.

But instead, he’d publicly called me to answer for her.

Her.

My heart squeezed as Jesse’s face swam in my memories—her bright eyed eagerness to stand in front of the wolves and call a female. She’d been like a child with a surprise. And there was a part of me that wanted to tell