Lucas sneaks us into the castle through that hidden back entrance, ushering us into an old, abandoned building on the edge of the castle grounds.
“This was where my mother’s family lived,” he explains. “When wolves were allowed to live openly.”
“What happened to them?” I ask.
“They left when my father died,” he says sadly. “They wanted to find a safe place to stay hidden.”
“Are you the only wolf left here?” I ask.
He looks at the ground. “There are a few,” he answers, “But without a powerful Alpha like my father to protect them, they stay as hidden as possible. Nobody shifts anymore, even under a full moon.”
“I’m so sorry,” I breathe.
No wonder this boy is so sad all the time. He’s alone. Bethea is his last connection to his father, and his only companion. I can see why he’s so hes
