Chapter 47
Kael POV
The den reeked of smoke and fear.
I could still taste Ardyn’s magic in the air, a bitter, metallic tang that made my wolf snarl in agitation. Wolves whispered in corners as they helped rebuild what they could, but their eyes kept flicking toward the corridor leading to our chambers. Toward her.
I clenched my jaw, fists curling at my sides.
One look was all it took to silence them. My wolf was on edge, snapping at anyone who stared too long.
Because no one got to look at her like that. Not like she was dangerous. Not like she was cursed.
Not while I breathed.
Fen leaned against the wall near the entrance, his arm bandaged tight. The crescent-shaped burn glowed faintly through the gauze. He’d been the closest to Ardyn when the magic burst lucky he hadn’t been torn
