Betty POV
"The king wants me dead."
The words did not make sense. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. What had I done? I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but a raw, booming voice cut through the heavy air before I could speak.
"Stop right there."
I stiffened. The shout came from behind us.
"Do not you dare touch her," the voice roared, vibrating through the stone floor. "If you hurt her, I will not hesitate to take you down."
I whipped my head around. My boots skidded on the smooth marble. Standing at the top of the stone steps was the exact same man I had just pulled back from the brink of madness. I had crawled inside his twisted lycan mind and dragged his sanity to the surface.
"Jethro?" The king gasped. The brutal monarch froze, his jaw tightening as
