***Wolf’s POV***
Istoviir led me into the city through the tunnel in the lake, holding my hand so tightly I thought it might break. We walked down the long corridor with a burble that lit the way, and across the bridge into the city. He wouldn’t let go of my hand, and we continued on through the streets, to the doors of the castle. We paused and both took a breath before we walked through the courtyard and up the front steps, and then into the halls in his father’s council chamber, where Marchus stood waiting, and King Eklar and Queen Ousstyli sat in their throne.
“Wolf!” Marchus said as he rushed to greet us. I threw my arms around his neck joyously, and he swung me around.
“Master!” I began. “I have missed you so.” I said. “I have so much to tell you, I have learned so much,
