By the next morning, the lycan King summoned me again.
The summons came like a blow.
Heavy paper. Gold seal. The King's mark.
My hands shook holding it. The ink seemed to bleed: Kai Steele. Attend the Throne Room. Immediately.
Jack was gone. Dealing with the council fallout, Zee said.
The air in the palace felt thick. Heavy. Like before a storm. People looked away when I walked past. Whispers followed me.
Her. The cause of all this.
My dress felt too thin. Too plain. The walk to the throne room was long. Too long.
Cold marble floors. Tall windows showing a gray sky. Guards in stiff uniforms. They didn't look at me either. Just opened the huge doors.
The throne room was huge. Empty except for him. The Lycan King. Jarvis Kinney. Jack's father.
He sat on a throne high up. Made of dark stone and sharp edges. Like him.
He wasn't big, not like some Alphas. But power rolled off him. Cold. Sharp. It made the air hard to breathe.
