|| Penelope ||
Both men turned toward me, their expressions sharp with interest.
“My Lycan and I… we can feel the pain and emotions of others in my kingdom,” I said carefully, gauging their reactions. “If they are werewolves or Lycans, I should be able to sense them too. If they’ve been turned into hybrids, I might be able to feel the shift within them — like a disturbance in their essence.”
Richard’s brows lifted slightly, a flicker of awe flashing in his eyes. “Are you sure you can do it?” His voice was lower now, as if he already knew the answer but needed to hear me say it.
Lucian, however, remained silent. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. He was assessing, calculating.
“What’s wrong?” Richard asked him, his gaze flickering between us.
My heart pounded, the
