EVELYN
As I had expected, Skyla was extremely unhappy the morning we were set to leave for the House of Fox.
The beautiful redhead looked positively enraged when she saw me following Cole from the King’s wing.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” she hissed, just low enough for me to hear. At her sides, her hands were balled into fists, and from the way she winced, I knew her claws were extended within. I wondered if she would swipe at me with them if I gave her a vague answer. And part of me questioned what I would do if she did.
Even considering how little I practiced fighting these days, I knew I could handle the lovely she-wolf. Skyla had been bred to be a bride, not a soldier.
Since I was behind the King, I opted not to respond and instead tilted my head slightly, egging on. It
