CHAPTER 36 —A War Built on Lies
Peter
My room felt too large for one man, or perhaps it was my thoughts that made it feel that way. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, the even breeze carrying a faint cozy scent that clung to the air. My father’s scent used to linger here, strong pud and cinnamon, it was so commanding. Now the room smelled like me… and confusion.
The bed beneath me was wide and heavy enough to withstand centuries of Alpha tempers. I had thrown myself onto it without undressing, boots and all. My shoulders ached from the tension of the day. My knuckles still throbbed faintly from the fight in the council room, even my wolf had not fully retreated, it paced beneath my skin, restless and alert.
I closed my eyes. The broken seal, the truce, the seer’s words and
