Daphne
I stared at those files for a long time, feeling like I had just opened Pandora’s box. For as long as I could remember, the werewolf king of the Northern Territories had been called Mad King Louis. Wild rumors had circulated about rages, catatonia, violence and self-harm. Of course, I’d been very young then, and as he wasn’t our king, not terribly interested in the drama.
But if it was true, it was probably cataloged in those files, meticulously documented in Dr. Conway’s surprisingly neat and legible hand.
A lot of werewolves lose their minds, and sometimes their lives, when they lose their mates. The stronger the mate bond, the more terrible the pain when it is torn apart by death. So it was not surprising if Louis suffered a mental break when he lost not only his mate,
