[Alaric]

I led Damian through the servants' entrance, bypassing the main halls of the Emberfell packhouse.

The pack was either out on patrol or resting, blissfully unaware that the young King of the Lycans was currently pacing my study like a caged beast.

I locked the door, placing a silencing ward that Hera had given me at the door; that would keep our voices—and our thoughts—contained from the outside. And I could tell by the anxious tension rising in the room that we were going to ...