BONG! BONG!! BONG!!! The palace bells.
The next day, the palace was buzzing. Guards stomped through halls, servants whispered in corners humming with fear after Lilith’s escape.
But in the King’s chamber,
Lunae sat propped up in the King’s chamber, her body had finally healed, she was dressed in a thin white shift that clung to her curves. Her throat was sore from all the prayers, her wolf exhausted but alive.
Zephyr paced at the foot of the bed, jaw clenched. The Lycan King stood against the window, staring out at the forest. Neither looked calm.
“They searched all night,” Zephyr muttered. “Lilith’s gone. Vanished into shadows. Someone helped her.”
“She had help,” the King said flatly, his voice deep as thunder. “We’ll find out who.”
They already had. By dawn, a trembling guard had
