Peniel
Past
Alone, I sat at a rickety wooden table, staring at the photos scattered in front of me. Prince Cassian and Prince Lucian. The two brothers who held the keys to my revenge. I had spent months gathering everything I could on them, from rumors to the darkest secrets hidden in the underbelly of their world.
Their faces stared back at me—Prince Cassian, the golden haired boy who looks innocent but dangerous. Lucian, the quieter of the two, his eyes like ice, emotionless.
I traced a finger along the edge of one of the photographs, the one where they stood side by side at some gala. How many women had fallen for those faces, unaware of the destruction they left behind?
“Two heirs to the most powerful pack in the kingdom,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. “Th
