Kael’s POV
I stride through the palace hallway, my boots hitting the marble with more force than necessary. This whole cross-mating decree was a waste of time. My father should have just sent me to deal with the packs that have been siding with Draven.
It would have been wiser to make an example of one pack. The others would have fallen in line. However, King Alaric is a merciful king. At least, that’s how my father likes to portray himself. He’s a cunning man, shrewd to the bone, which is why he’s still ruling at the age he is.
The throne should have come to me two years ago, but he can’t seem to let go of the power.
“Prince Kael!”
Seth Rowan, my childhood friend and one of my right-hand men, is hurrying toward me, his red hair in disarray. He’s hobbling, most likely due to the sparr
