The Alpha King's study was smaller than Fiona expected, more intimate. Bookshelves
lined the walls, and a fire crackled in the hearth despite the mild weather. King Aldric sat
behind a massive desk, his silver hair gleaming in the firelight, his presence
commanding even in repose.
He looked up as they entered, and his eyes—the same golden color as Callum's—
assessed Fiona with an intensity that made her want to shift and run.
"Fiona Moonstone," he said, his voice deep and measured. "Welcome to the palace."
"Your Majesty." Fiona bowed, unsure of the proper protocol.
"Please, sit." Aldric gestured to the chairs across from his desk. "Both of you."
They sat. Fiona perched on the edge of her chair, ready to bolt.
"I knew your mother," Aldric said without preamble. "Elara. She was...
