ALISTAIR
I kept walking, clenching my fists and hurting myself with my own claws because this was the only thing preventing me from turning back and not letting the warlock steal Bryn away from me.
But this was right. This was for her. There was no way to explain my fiancée’s corpse to my father and still keep Bryn by my side. He would be wary of any new people around me now. And whatever happened, I couldn’t risk it.
My wolf was howling inside from pain and desire to kill the warlock. Yet the rational side of me knew that he was the only one who could protect her properly. At the moment even better than me.
If I wasn’t a Crown Prince… if my people were not suffering… I would have just run away with her and forgotten about my life here. But I couldn’t. I owed too much to the people of
