(POV Cynthia)
"Alpha Xanthus," the guard bowed low, his voice echoing in the cavernous expanse of the throne room. "There is an intruder at the southern border. He's demanding an audience with the Queen."
I sat comfortably on the throne of the newly rebuilt Northern Fortress, my hand resting gently on my slightly swollen belly. Xanthus stood beside me, an imposing figure of lethal grace, his hand resting possessively on the high back of my chair.
"Kill him," Xanthus said without missing a beat, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.
"Wait," I interrupted, sitting up straight. "Who is it?"
The guard swallowed hard, visibly intimidated by the Lycan King's presence. "He claims to be Leon Warwick. The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. But... my Queen, he looks like a walking
