DARIAN
I stride into the corridors of the Haven, boots thudding on stone. My cloak flutters behind me. A soldier falls in step beside me, grim and silent. His voice cracks the hush.
“You’ve been summoned, Prince Darian. The King wants you in the Throne Room.”
Summoned. The word tastes bitter. I nod once.
“By whose command?”
“He didn’t say. Just that everyone is there.”
My brows furrowed in confusion. Who is everyone? I nod. “Thank you.” I turn, stride growing heavier with each step.
The Throne Room doors stand open, guards lining either side. I push inside. The room is grand, oppressive this time, torchlight casting flickers over marble, banners hanging heavy.
Seated on the throne is the Lycan King; beside him are my brothers.
Zeus with that sharp edge in his eyes, Adrian ha
