But it’s Ella. My wolf insists. And it’s the pup. We have to protect them.
“Plotting what?” I growl, my clenched fists shaking with rage as my claws extend and retract.
“He’s going to try and lure her out on her own so he can take her. Right now your guards are keeping his spies at a distance, but he’s planning a campaign event for the Lunas. He thinks if he can guarantee a women-only event then you won’t be around to protect her.” Roger shares, watching me nervously, as if afraid I might explode at a moment’s notice.
“When is it going to happen?” I demand, trying to recall if I’ve seen any sort of invitation matching this description.
“In a couple of weeks.” Roger explains, “He’s planning another rogue attack for the same day, just to be sure you can’t get to her.”
I hear faint mo
