Day's passed in a blur and I wasn't sure what possessed me to pry into his affairs—curiosity, boredom, or plain stupidity. Maybe a mix of all three. But I had to know. Why had the Lycan King been so furious that day? His aura had been so suffocating that even my wolf, weak as she was, had trembled like a leaf caught in a storm. It was the kind of anger that made the air thick, oppressive, and nearly impossible to breathe.
It wasn't like anyone had outright told me. No, the servants here wouldn't dare risk their tongues—or their lives—on gossip. But whispers have a funny way of slipping through cracks. A passing comment here, a stray murmur there, the nervous shuffle of someone's feet when a certain topic came up. I picked up the pieces one by one, stitching them together until I had a clear picture.
