Ty’s POV
“Your Majesty? Did you hear my question?”
I blink back at Samuel, Henry’s father and (apparently) the pack’s Delta, as I try in vain to recall what he just asked me. I’ve had a hard time focusing ever since Samuel and the rest of these “nobles” came and separated me from Evie.
I should have refused. I should have put my foot down and said I wouldn’t go with them until I ensured that Evie was safe.
What would they have said, though? Would they not have raised eyebrows at their fated king being so concerned over the safety of a lowly lady-in-waiting?
Does it matter? my wolf growls at me. Your entire identity is wrapped up in protecting her, not in what these strangers think of you, remember?
“His Majesty has had a long and arduous journey, as I’m sure you’ve heard,” says Ian,
