The Marquis’s smile falls. “An army is marching towards the pack, led by the Crown Princess.” I shift uncomfortably, my heartbeat racing. “She went against the King’s orders and marched with a fifth of the Crown’s army, demanding they return Princess Akira.”
Beside me, Fenrir snickered. “Took them long enough. I thought they’d march to the pack a few days after her disappearance. To think they took a fortnight…” He sarcastically turned to me, feigning pity. “Your family must really not love you.”
I roll my eyes.
“Does that not spell danger for you instead? It’s your pack against my family’s army.” And if Deyanira is spearheading the attack… this will not end without blood being spilled.
He shrugs. “You’re humans. We’re werewolves. There’s a significant strength difference.”
“I wouldn’
