Lara's POV
Returning to the palace felt like a relief after the ordeal in the woods. The towering walls and familiar scent of the place reassured me that I was safe once more. My father, the king, awaited us, his worry transforming into joy as he saw me unharmed.
Eager to share the tale, I began weaving a fabricated story about how Graham had saved me and the encounter with the Red Wolf.
As the words spilled from my lips, the king's eyes widened, hanging on to every detail.
I described the Red Wolf's lair with precision, hoping it would be enough for the royal guards to handle the threat. However, my narrative took an unexpected turn when Alexa, my childhood friend, approached us. Her eyes held a mix of relief and accusation.
"Why did you mate with another female when I was here, G
