Vera left Horatio outside of the kennels with Sir Arthur. She could hear terrified sobbing coming from Lake’s kennel. The same man that had spoken into Lord Rayne’s ear at the feast that night stood outside the open door, eyes never leaving the inside.
Lake’s growl was a low, continuing rumble that seemed to vibrate the very air. Through the bars Lake had his back to them, his large silhouette blocking the view of the person inside.
People, she corrected herself as they entered. Both Roy and his father were sniveling heaps in the straw before the mighty wolf. There was blood.
“Call him off,” Lord Gray said, his voice wavering.
“He bit me,” Roy announced.
“You shouldn’t have tried to leave,” Lord Rayne stated. “Now, tell the Princess exactly what you told me.”
The two men were obvious
