Adrian’s POV
The courtyard was alive with restless energy when I stormed out…over twenty warriors already shifted or mid-shift, massive wolves pacing in tight circles, ears pricked, hackles half-raised. No armor, no swords, no horses. We didn’t need them. Claws, teeth, speed, and raw pack fury were more than enough.
I spotted Thomas near the front gate, directing a line of trackers who were nose-to-ground, memorizing Kira’s scent from the robe she’d worn yesterday.
“Thomas,” I barked, voice cutting through the low growls. “Change of plans. King Ariston and his family leave today. Full royal escort…ten of our fastest runners should accompany them. Also, make arrangements for gifts that scream gratitude. Gold bars, winter pelts, those jeweled daggers from the vault, and every cask of nort
