We walked inside the room, which I expected to be a throne room. I don’t know why I expected that, but I did. Instead, it was a room filled with plants and trees. It honestly wasn’t a room; it was a large area that was bigger than the pack house I had lived in.
I felt a heavy presence coming toward us. The weight of it was almost suffocating. I could tell it demanded submission, but that was something I wouldn’t do. A broad, muscular man walked through the trees. He had black hair and dark blue eyes that were fixated on me.
The pressure became more intense, as if he was trying to force me to bare my neck to him. Instead, I held my ground and stared him down. My lycan felt angry at this abuse of power.
“Dad—” Darren’s voice seemed annoyed as his dad lifted a hand up to silence him.
“Eve
