Chrystal could not speak. The Rogue King continued.
“I could not risk taking the future Luna of Moonblaze pack. The heir was my nephew. I could make excuses on that, but the Luna? Impossible. Go against Mason Barone and his wicked masters? My people could not bear it.”
His voice lowered, his expression twisted for a split-second, then hardened, his face like marble.
“But they bore it indeed. By the time I got back home…,” his eyes flashed as he stared down the flames.
“By the time we got back, the people had been massacred,” Castian said quietly.
Chrystal kept her eyes on the King.
The Rogue King continued. “With the Luna of Moonblaze gone, the kingdom mourned. If the Alpha is the pack’s head, the Luna is its heart. With their heart gone, not only Moonblaze suffered.”
To quell the
