Dane POV
Dane's hearing immediately picked up two words. “Lilia" and “threat." Both were spoken by Ravyn in a voice that reminded him of his own parents.
They always worried over every little threat too. A dragon. War with another pack. Someone leaving silver weapons in the pack lands. There was something new to worry about each day.
He raced into the Parlor, where Anneliese held up a red-and-white rose, similar to the one Lilia thrust at him the night they met. In her other hand, she held a scroll.
Lilia recoiled. He felt the terror burst inside her, followed by irritation and sadness. “Again?" she asked.
Anneliese glared at the red-and-white flower. “I wish whoever it is would stop."
Lilia trembled, and Ravyn came over to hold her hands. “Lilia, you can't be so friendly with the c
