Prince Rivers’ pov
I sucked in a deep breath. My head throbbed with the sprinklings of a restless sleep, and when I glared at the calendar on the wall, it mocked me with a date. The 26th – the day of the grand alliance and war, a union I had little interest in celebrating.
I knew my appearance was nothing to talk about. I smelt of alcohol and depression.
“Carris!” I called out, half-expecting my loyal wolf to scold me for my unkempt appearance, but he remained silent. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair feeling the sticky residue of drool clinging to my cheek. My coat lay in the opposite direction.
Just as I attempted to gather my thoughts, a sharp banging alerted me. “Who the f**k is that?”
“Soja,” her name escaped my lips in a sigh. Who would dare come into my private space if
