Shyla POV:
"Shyla!?" At the sound of my name, I stood up straighter. The king's voice was loud and commanding. What could he possibly want with me? I looked at Kellen, but his gaze never left his father's. His eyes flashed between glacier blue and the obsidian black of this wolf.
My heart pounded violently in my chest, each thundering beat echoing my spiraling anxiety. Was he really talking about me? I glanced at Kate, whose wide brown eyes were glued to me, filled with disbelief and fear, as if silently screaming, "What in the hell have you dragged yourself into?" Yet, I had no answers to give her. How could I? I had never met the merciless king of Dark Moon before. A chilling wave of panic crashed over me as the horrifying truth hit me: I was utterly oblivious to why he was here. Wha
