Alpha Keith’s POV

The carriage wheels rattled over the stone road as we headed toward the royal palace. I sat stiff in my seat, one hand gripping the armrest, the other pressed against my knee. Anger and worry sat heavy in my chest.

My beta sat across from me, watching me in silence. His shoulders were tense. His gaze slid from my face to the window, then back again, like he was picking the right time to speak.

“Alpha Keith,” he said at last, “when we see Luna Aurora… it might help to ...