She had forgotten about Castian’s ability to speak into her mind.
Chrystal inhaled, focusing her mind on the moment, on the wolf who was not as accessible as her ‘mate.’
“My… My mother,” she stammered, “no one talks about her. My…the…” She swallowed, measuring her words, “The Alpha King has hidden things from me; from the Kingdom. I know the stories of the land. The…madness of the former King. It has been told for near two decades.”
“I want to know,” she said slowly, approaching the King whose shoulders were hunched as he faced the heat, “what my mother’s sacrifice was,” she said in a whisper, stopping within arm’s reach of the King’s broad back.
Silence.
“Elena Barone,” he murmured.
Chrystal’s breath caught.
The King did not move as he continued speaking in a monotonous tone, “Wa
