Adolph sighed. He hadn’t thought about the fiasco that was his first marriage in a long time, but he promised to tell her so she could set her doubts to rest.
“I told you that my sister, Raven, had a son before Basil was born… She had him when the war was starting to get rough.”
Adolph was the only heir to the throne. He’d been young, not even in his twenties when Raven had her first child and Adolph had ascended the throne. His father had left him his crown and the war when he died. That much fighting had a way of pulling at a werewolf’s sanity without a mate of some kind.
“I was… losing time,” Adolph said, shuddering. “Not fully days, but hours at a time. As you know it’s one of the first signs of going rogue.”
Laurel nodded, shuddering at the thought. To be so young and already pu
