Chrystal’s chin quivered, despite all her efforts.
“So,” she remarked hoarsely, “do you have some pups about that I should meet? Is the she-wolf your only bride, or is there a harem I should expect to lead?”
Castian did not respond.
“Your father is alive. Is your mother here somewhere as well?” she spat, her tone becoming more bitter, her stance more aggressive.
“Do you have another lair deeper in the forest? Or are you actually a member of the shadow council?!” she snapped, her voice rising.
Castian did not speak. His eyes and face did not change but he stopped his pacing.
Silent tears were falling from Chrystal’s pale face as he gazed at the shaking female.
“The day has been long. Too long. I have forgotten all manners and courtesies a long time ago. There are things I should have
