My heart pounded in my chest as the heavy big black wolf transformed back and shifted into the figure I had tried so hard to escape. No. It couldn’t be. The giant black wolf—the one who had been saving me all these time, who had been trying to keep me safe from the shadows—was him. Daemon. The Alpha King.
My stomach twisted as realization hit me, a wave of fear and anger washing over me.
“Surprised, little one?” His voice was low, tainted with sarcasm as he stepped into the dimly lit room. “I think I asked you a question if you’re going somewhere, Amira?”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “You... you were that black wolf?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. Does this mean that Daemon knew about me and Calix all these time and yet he didn’t bother to come to
