Eryx leaned forward now, fingers steepled. "The powers you received from your wife."
Lucas sat there, the very picture of composed fury. "What about them?" he asked.
"The agreement," Eryx said. "We had a very clear understanding. That we could not, and would not, allow you to retain both your position as Alpha and the powers gifted to you by your Luna."
Lucas gave a mirthless chuckle. "If I clearly remember the details of that agreement," he said slowly, "you were supposed to provide support in rescuing my wife. In exchange, I would relinquish any and all power afterward. You reneged. You went back on your word. So forgive me if I don't jump at the chance to keep mine."
"Lucas," Thorn interjected, palms up in a placating gesture, "the problem isn't that you have the powers. It's in the way you use them."
Lucas rose then, moving slowly, deliberately. He took a step toward the window, gazing out over his fortress with his back to the councilmen.
