“Like f*****g hell that demon will sacrifice my child!” The Lycan King’s booming voice shuddered through the Great Hall of the faerie castle. His tangible fury sent ripples of dread into the hearts of anyone within its reach. Although he had no intentions of hurting Princess Tyleigha, her words were stripping at his hope, the hope that he would find his kamará and child unharmed, and he couldn’t allow that hope to be diminished. It was the one thing he protected the most; the one thing that was most fragile.
Stopping him from doing something he may regret, his brother held him back, not allowing Aron to leap up to the daïs and confront the princess. When he realized he had nearly stormed the throne’s platform, Aron squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fetter the wild frenzy that nearly overt
