Rowen POV
When I stepped into the king’s chamber, I was immediately hit by the familiar scent of his wolf.
But there was another scent now, something more ancient lingered, the scent of the curse. It was growing stronger.
My father, once a fearless warrior, now lay weak, his strength slipping away, his hair now completely white, a sign his power was slipping away from him.
The sight of him like this sent a sharp pain through my chest.
Dropping to my knees beside his bed, “Father…” my voice was barely above a whisper.
My brothers, Ansel and Asher, knelt beside me, their expressions a mirror of my own pain.
He gave us a weary smile, his voice hoarse.
“My sons… I’m sorry you have to see me like this. I am trying to hold on, but I grow weaker by the day. I can barely even hear my w
