It was mid morning when Calyx, Theodavian, and his Elite Guards arrived back in Silverd. To the elvish guards standing upon the wall and the villagers they passed by, Calyx knew they looked a mess with their clothes and armor still smudged and spattered with vampire blood. Theodavian was still furious with her for keeping her secrets. Rightly so, she reasoned, sighing when she glanced over at the lycan prince. Why could he not just let it go? Why did he have to make this even more difficult than it needed to be?
While Silverd's elves flocked toward the group of warrior lycans, she also spotted Layla coming rushing to meet Theodavian. A sharp pang sliced into her chest at the perfect image of royalty and nobility was painted so elegantly before her. Layla fussed over him and Theodavian allowed her to touch him.
