Like a rising tide, the wave of protests began in earnest. Alpha Thorton staggered back, his eyes blazing with anger. Knowing his arrogance, he must have felt even more enraged when everyone else decided to gang up against him.
"You will not force me into abdication!" He roared, spittle collecting by the side of his lips. "Damon Valentine is a liar. And you will know it when the eclipse ends. My son will have his wolf, and when that happens, I will have Damon on his knees in front of me, begging for forgiveness."
"Kinky," Blaise chimed in.
There was a smattering of suppressed snorts, as no one wanted to be seen as immature for laughing at this solemn occasion.
"Blaise!" I scolded. I wanted to smack him but settled for hiding my face behind my palm in embarrassment.
"Sorry, dear," Blaise said, sounding not sorry at all. "The joke wrote itself."