Philip
Henrik was different. He wasn’t behaving like himself lately. For the first time, he didn’t even listen to me, he only had ears to Elijah.
I went back to my pack by running in Chaos‘s form, feeling the wind ruffling his fur, leaving everything behind, and only focusing on the speed and the impact his large paws made on the ground after each firm and fast step helped me to think, to clear my mind.
Ami’s words resonated in my mind once again, why I was even supporting him instead of my mate, instead of the female I love.
“Flash-news, because you are dumb, but please tell yourself an excuse,” Chaos taunted me.
Henrik’s vision and plans for the realm weren’t good, they weren’t even his own plans. Was he a king-to-be or Elijah’s puppet? I didn’t know anymore.
Victoria didn’t
