Eryx.
I couldn't stay in bed.
I had lain on my back staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, my wolf pacing under my skin in that restless way.
I kept replaying Damon's voice.
'Isn't it a man's job to protect the weak ones?'
He was right.
That was the part I couldn't get around. He was completely right and he was three years old and I had no defence against it.
I had been here. I had been in this palace with my title and my guards and my borders and my power and none of it had done a single thing for the people who actually needed it.
My wolf pushed at me again.
I sat up and was pulling on my shirt before I had made a conscious decision to go anywhere and my feet were already moving towards the door.
The lower quarters were quiet when I got there. I knocked once, low, and
