Eliza’s POV

“What’s he talking about, Ryder? What truth? What happened to my father?” I demanded, desperation clawing at my throat. Morgan chuckled, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What a fool you are, Princess Eliza,” he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. Confusion surged in me, fueling my anger. I wanted nothing more than to know my father was safe.

“Has your wolf returned to you yet?” Morgan taunted, laughter spilling from his lips. He stood there, ...