“This” turned out to be a body.
Not just anybody…the rogue alpha who’d led the attack. He was massive even in death, his red eyes still glowing faintly with whatever dark magic had enhanced him.
And carved into his chest was a message.
THE BOND WILL BREAK. THE HEIR WILL FALL. THE TRUE KING RISES.
“Well that’s ominous as f**k,” Kira said cheerfully.
They stood in the courtyard where the body had been laid out. Dawn was breaking, painting everything in shades of gold and red that made the blood look almost beautiful.
Dorian circled the body slowly, his expression carved from stone. “The True King. That’s what the rogues have been calling their leader.”
“You know who it is?” Selene asked.
“I have suspicions.” He crouched beside the body, examining the carved message. “Three years ago
