(Olivia's POV)
The cars rolled into the pack house driveway in a line of sleek, black vehicles that glinted in the late afternoon sun. The air was thick with anticipation, and the distant murmuring of wolves gathered outside added to the weight pressing on my chest. I stood there, facing the scene with Hazel and Dominic at my side, his stiff arm folded naturally over mine. I could feel his tension radiating through that single touch. It didn't help that I was barely holding my own unease in check.
Richard Hanlon. King Richard. The viper in royal clothing.
He represented everything I despised about those with power—the way they wielded it as a weapon, the way they never lifted a hand against you unless they already knew exactly how deep they wanted that blade to slide in. And yet, I stoo
