While pronouncing her promises before the moon, her hands entwined with Rhys's, Isadore could not hide the deep unhappiness that darkened her eyes, making her heart beat painfully.
But it didn't matter, there were no high-sounding guests present in Sioggard that evening for whom to pretend to accept the bond that would henceforth bind her to Rhys inextricably.
They had all left, after the Alpha power handover ceremony, and not because winter loomed over the kingdom.
War was imminent.
Like her own death.
And Isadore could only hope to live her last breaths before seeing the pack destroyed, and at the mercy of unforgiving enemies.
"Princess.." called her Chlea in a whisper, taking her away from her nefarious reflections to bring her back to the present.
Gritting her teeth to stifle t
