Kael POV

The den reeked of smoke and fear.

I could still taste Ardyn’s magic in the air a bitter, metallic tang that made my wolf snarl in agitation. Wolves whispered in corners as they helped rebuild what they could, but their eyes kept flicking toward the corridor leading to our chambers. Toward her.

I clenched my jaw, fists curling at my sides.

One look was all it took to silence them. My wolf was on edge, snapping at anyone who stared too long.

Because no one got to look at her like ...