We approached the massive command pavilion. The heavily armored guards flanking the entrance took one look at me and immediately pulled the heavy oak doors open. The air inside was suffocatingly hot, smelling of burning pine, spilled wine, and the raw, violent overwhelming scent of Lycan fury.
The ruined furs from our previous encounter had been shoved aside. King Callum stood at the center of the room, leaning heavily over a sprawling parchment map spread across a massive wooden war table. His dark leather armor was unbuckled, exposing the thick slabs of muscle and the crisscrossing scars on his chest. His deep-set, steel-gray eyes snapped up as we entered, and the temperature in the room instantly plummeted.
The warrior forced Seraphina to her knees and bowed deeply. "My King. I found
