Kael's hands were trembling slightly as he packed his belongings, his breath uneven.
He had heard tales of the ruthless Lycan King, but witnessing him make a strong Alpha like Magnus tremble, bleed, and eat his own severed tongue was on a whole other level.
That man is a devil.
Kael's mind was unsettled—especially with the fact that the same king had the face of the man from the inn.
Hell, it was him!
Those eyes, that face—he’d never forget them. That strength and aura… it sent him into a pit of fear.
And the way the King spoke at the banquet—it felt like those words were directed at him.
No. He can’t stay here!
He’ll die if he does.
A knock sounded on his door, sending a ripple through his system. Who was it at this hour?
Kael hesitated, staring at the door with wide eyes and a
