WINTER
“K-King Valtor? You mean the Rogue King, Luna?”
I gave a nod.
Merlin’s eyes widened, hands flying to cover her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” I said quickly, trying to ease her shock. “It’s not what you think. He doesn’t mistreat me. In fact, he treats me far better than I thought. He even allowed me to join him here tonight.”
The words felt strange on my tongue, especially with the endless hostility that had always existed between pack wolves and Rogues.
Kallias’ pack, in particular, had suffered countless raids at their hands. But when I thought back carefully, I realized none of those attackers had ever come directly from Valtor. At least not until Kallias captured some of his men, locking them in the dungeon and torturing them.
“So the Rogue King is here as well? That must mean…
