Tension was high that night when the monarch summoned his council of Lycan elders and demanded to speak with me.
The weight of my deeds and the lies I had spun about Graham, my supposedly fated partner, hung thick in the air. Now that the truth was out, there would be repercussions.
My destined partner was not Grahams, my dear. Not only had I kept this knowledge to myself, but I had also kept him from knowing that he had saved my life. Enraged by my deceit, the monarch held fast to his earlier order, which called for Graham's execution.
To carry out the directive and transport him from his room to the dungeon, soldiers were sent. However, my fate was also not going to be saved. The king decreed that I would spend a year in exile in a foreign country. The news cut through the warmth o
