Cain.
For a moment, I remained frozen.
The words Lycan Prince echoed inside my mind like a distant thunderclap, unsettling something deep within my instincts.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the door.
“Come inside!” I ordered immediately.
My voice was calm, but the tightness in my chest betrayed the unease creeping beneath my control.
The door opened almost immediately. A servant stepped inside, bowing deeply as he approached my desk. In his hands was a sealed envelope, the parchment thick and expensive, its dark wax crest stamped with a symbol I recognized instantly.
The Lycan crest.
Even before touching it, I could feel the weight of what it represented.
I carefully moved Amelia off my lap just enough to reach forward and take the letter.
The servant bowed once more before retr
