She opened her mouth to ask—
He was already pulling her toward the hidden panel beside the fireplace.
Azpen unsheathed his dagger and asked for the stranger to come in.
The door creaked open—
And Caelan Volke stormed in, glaring, a near-bloodied bandage wrapped on his shoulder. He was shirtless and every big bulk was clenching.
He glanced at Azpen's dagger but said nothing concerning that.
“Alpha Ortega,” he growled. “Lisa Ortega’s men. One of them left a message....”
Caelan stood stiffly by the door.
"She's coming?” Baron asked, walking over.
Caelan Volke nodded once. “Princess Lisa Ortega. The message said she’ll be here by dusk. To kiss her brother and claim blood missed.”
Baron’s brows shot up. “Why Lisa and not my father himself?”
Senior Caelan Volke shrugged. “Maybe Suprem
