A quiet laugh escapes me.
The Moon Goddess?
If only they knew I am their future king.
Still… being compared to her? I suppose I should feel honored. Or perhaps I should start demanding celestial worship and offerings of chocolate.
Keal stiffens beside me at the murmurs, his shoulders growing more rigid with every word of praise directed at me. I roll my eyes inwardly.
Men like him do not like forces they cannot control.
He guides me away from the burned outskirts and deeper into the pack’s territory, and the difference is immediate. Here, the fortifications are stronger.
The homes are intact, untouched by fire. Guards stand at attention—alert, armed, watchful. The walls are higher. The patrols more frequent. The air heavier with authority.
We take a narrow path tucked between stora
