“The secret of the wolfsbane is handed down from king to king,” he begins to answer my unasked question.
I furrow my brow. That doesn’t make sense. Joseph didn’t know. He brought guards to drag me out when he found me that day.
“I thought you were hiding in the woods,” he continues. “I thought you’d figured out how to mask your scent and were moving around. I never dreamed you’d figured out the wolfsbane on your own. A shewolf!”
I swallow hard, unsure if I’m supposed to respond. “I didn’t at first,” I admit. “I just walked into it since my wolf was so weak.”
He tilts his head, a look of surprise on his face. “Shewolves are not supposed to think like you do. Is this where the two of you come to f**k?”
My body tenses at his question. We’ve been caught, though. There’s no sen
