The hall felt too long as I walked down it, my mind still churning from Ryker's taunts, each word still echoing in my head. I tightened my grip on my cane, grounding myself with the cool feel of the carved wood under my palm. Ryker could shove his arrogance and his fool's mission. I was here for one thing—to secure this alliance.
I made my way to the waiting room, where Chlorendia should be waiting, but as I reached the door, I was greeted by a young guard instead. "Where's my daughter?" I asked, my voice calm but firm.
The guard shifted nervously. "The Alpha ordered her for… a test, my lord," he mumbled.
A test? My stomach twisted. "And what kind of test would that be?"
"I… I'm not sure. But I can show you where they went."
