My closest friend pushes off from the post when he sees me in the window, his expression grim even from this distance. The last time I saw him was when he brought me Andrew’s broken body, but that feels like a lifetime ago.
I’m downstairs and out the door before he can approach the building, my wolf suddenly alert to potential threats. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” Seth’s voice is flat, serious. None of his usual, easy humor. “Word has gotten back to the Council that you’re neglecting your duties.”
I scoff. “Neglecting my duties? I’ve only been gone a few weeks.”
“Over a month,” he corrects me. “Without a word to your father. Over a month of missed meetings, abandoned negotiations, ignored correspondence.” Seth’s expression darkens. “They’re pressuring the King to strip
