Damian
The forest goes silent in a way that makes every warrior rise to their feet. I don’t have to ask what’s happening when it’s clear from the Royal Warriors walking toward us.
The King has arrived.
A ripple of power sweeps through the camp, ancient, commanding, unmistakable. Even the flames of the fire bow, shrinking low as if paying respect.
Thane Knight and his head warrior brother, Tyler, step into the clearing.
Both of them are tall and broad. Their eyes are like molten gold, flashing with the power of their Lycans. Power rolling off the two of them in waves that make the air vibrate. Every wolf in the camp lowers its head instinctively before getting to one knee to show respect to our King.
Even Orrin.
Thane lifts a hand. “Rise.”
We obey.
He strides toward the fire, his w
