~Storme~
Luck wasn’t on my side today. Whatever it was that had pushed me to curse the King that day had disappeared. The darkness wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel it.
I’d been there on my knees for hours, praying to whatever it was that might have inhabited me that day, to heal the king and restore him to what he used to be.
Whatever this was, it wasn’t anything good. If hurting people was all it could do, I wanted no part in it. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Theo eventually found out that I was somehow connected to what happened to his father.
King Marcellus might be a ruthless ruler, but he was still Theo’s father. I doubted that he would kiss a girl who hurt his father in an unearthly way.
‘I think you need to calm down, Storme.’ My wolf whined. ‘You’ll wear
