ERON
I'd been pacing my suite for hours, wearing a path in the expensive Moonstone carpet. Three days of confinement had left me restless, angry, and scared out of my mind for Aiko and Daedillion. The only thing worse than not knowing if they'd made it was imagining what might have happened if they hadn't.
Great-Grandfather had been crystal clear: opening a portal to another realm without permission or invitation was essentially a declaration of war. Especially to the Blood Realm, where tensions with the Summer Court had been simmering for centuries.
"You could have started a war, boy," he'd growled, his eyes shifting from gold to crimson to midnight blue as his anger flared. The Wolf King's eyes never stayed one color for long—they reflected his moods, his power, the ancient magic that
