POV: Grace
My eyes narrow on my parents’ guilty faces, and the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. They want us to take a chosen mate. That’s why both of my parents came on the trip. I mentally scold myself for my misstep and blame it on my lack of sleep.
“I’d rather die.” Raksha growls inside my head, making my chest tremble. It was not loud enough for our hosts to hear, but my father’s eyes glistened as his wolf, Arthur, picked up on Raksha’s retort. The hair on my forearms stood up in front of Arthur’s threatening stare. One does not easily growl at the King, regardless of who they are. And weirdly, this is the first time Raksha has done it.
My father opened his mouth slightly, but he didn’t get to say anything before our hosts reached our side.
“Welcome to the Silver Fan
