Callum led Fiona through the palace corridors, his jaw tight with anger. They didn't
speak—there was too much to say, and Fiona didn't trust her voice not to break.
They stopped outside a heavy oak door. Callum knocked once, then entered without
waiting for a response.
The Alpha King's private study was smaller than Fiona expected, lined with bookshelves
and dominated by a massive desk. Aldric stood by the window, looking out over the
mountains. He turned as they entered. "I was wondering when you'd arrive," he said calmly.
"You knew?" Callum's voice was tight. "I know everything that happens in this palace, son. Including what your mother planned for this afternoon." Aldric's expression was grave. "I'm sorry, Fiona. That should never have happened." Fiona blinked, surprised. "You..
