~Lyra~
Carol accompanied me back to the main mansion. At least twenty wolf bodyguards stood rigid in the center of the room, heads bowed in panic like they were awaiting execution.
I took a seat on one of the velvet sofas and stayed quiet, observing.
Then the front doors burst open.
The King stormed in, Marcus, King's brother, right on his heels, both seething with fury.
Carol stepped forward immediately, his voice low and practiced as he took the King’s coat. “Your Majesty, should we alert the royal guard?”
Before he could finish, Marcus reached for a crystal teacup and hurled it to the floor.
Crash. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards.
Carol didn’t flinch. He simply stepped aside.
The King’s gaze was molten with fury as he glared at the guards. “Speak. How did they d
