“I’m aware you have both taken a vow of secrecy,” Seth growls out at the two men in the front seat as we pull away from the restaurant. “But I want to be clear. If any of this should escape this car, I will rip your throats out myself. There will be no trial.”
“Of course, sir,” the older gentleman replies calmly, never flinching.
Albert looks over his shoulder at us and swallows hard. “Yes, Prince Seth.”
“Tell me what’s going on with your wolf,” he says, speaking more kindly to me than he had the two men, but concern is evident on his face.
“I don’t really know,” I say to him, growing more nervous about it since he seems so concerned. “She said she was tired and curled up in the meadow and went to sleep. I haven’t dreamed of the meadow since then, and I’ve only heard her a hand
