Outside the maze, I startled slightly as a man who was dressed so lavishly that he could only be the Alpha King approached. Mom and Dad were with him.
Alpha King Benedict walked right up to me, looked me over from head to toe, and then turned to my father. “Martin, I trust you have an explanation for this?”
“One I would be willing to give privately,” Dad said. “If you would gift me a minute of your time.”
The Alpha King frowned, and I immediately wrapped my arms around myself, wondering if I had displeased him. I hadn’t even met him before, that I could remember. Why would he be mad at me?
As Dad and the Alpha King walked off, Mom came over to me and gave me a small smile.
“None of this is your fault,” she told me. “It’s all going to be alright, I promise.”
I wanted to trust Mom, but
