He knew and felt it. But to shake it all, Timothee did all he could to deny it. 'It can't be', he would tell himself. The rogue king couldn't be closely related to him.
His own brother.
His grandmother died because of his own brother. He lost precious lives he came to care for at Moon Stone because of his brother. He lost White Moon back, the first place he called home because of his own brother.
Anger rose inside of the white wolf. His golden eyes grew brighter that even if the sun would set now, they would still illuminate the whole area surrounding them. Wolves behind Rein, and herself included, whimper from Beau's intense glare.
“P-Please... It wasn't him. Ken only did those things to get you and make sure you take your throne.”
Beau wasn't moved. Shivers of fear run down the wolv
