3RD PERSON POV:
As the king walked out of the room and headed to his study, his anger rose inside him.
Anger didn't begin to describe the emotion the king felt at the moment. Seeing the deep red lashes on Birdie's back was enough to send his wolf into a mad frenzy of rage. He had barely contained himself in time, not wanting to scare her even more. If anyone was to hurt her like that, it was supposed to be him.
Who dared do that?!
Who hurt her? She won't tell. Who could it be that made her so protective of their identity? Just a name. One name was enough to take care of it.
She won't tell.
He had to do something he hadn't done in a long time. And especially not to a werewolf. He used his Lycan Command. It transcended a mere alpha command, no one under the sound of his voice would
