Cirrus’s POV
The moment I hung up, I had an eerie feeling.
“What did he say, son?” My father, Skylar Dyke, asked from the passenger seat. His voice was steady, but I could hear the quiet grief already gathering beneath it.
I turned my head to glance at him. “Kayden said he has an hour at most, but we are still far away.”
My father sighed—long, heavy, the sound of a man who had already buried too many friends. Ever since my mother and Kayden’s mother died in that border skirmish twenty-three years ago, Konrad and my father had been inseparable. Two kings from rival bloodlines who somehow managed to become brothers. They might have been the only Lycans alive who could sit across from each other and not be thinking about ripping each other’s throats.
“We must shift then, if we want to ma
