For a heartbeat after Adam spoke, no one dared breathe.
“I am her fated mate," he'd said.
“And I am the Lycan King." The words hung there in the chilly air, heavy as stone.
Sylvia felt them pass through her like a shockwave.
Her wolf crouched low inside her, tail tucked, eyes wide.
King, it whispered again.
No doubt now.
The reporters were the first to move.
“You're…what?" one stammered, knuckles white around his microphone.
“That's impossible," another blurted.
“The Lycan King doesn't leave his capital.
He doesn't just appear in some small pack's hospital courtyard." “Is this a joke?" someone
demanded.
“Do you think this is funny?" Humans shifted uneasily, instinct ringing alarm bells they
couldn't name.
Wolves stared, caught between disbelief and the urge to drop to their
