Chapter 33
The gates of the Lycan Court opened with a loud, booming sound. Huge iron doors, old and beautifully carved, swung open to reveal a courtyard so stunning it hurt to look at. Marble paths twisted between fountains where water danced in sparkling arcs. Lanterns hung from iron posts, already glowing as dusk approached, casting everything in warm golden light. And wolves—wolves in human form moved everywhere, with purpose and grace. Soldiers in perfect uniforms. Servants in elegant clothes. Everyone stopped to watch as we entered. To watch me. Whispers started immediately. "Is that her?" "The Shadow Wolf—" "She looks half-dead—” "The King has been searching for weeks—" "He'll finally have his answer—" Royce ignored them all, leading the procession deeper into the complex with his hea
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