"Eryx?" I voice before I can fully comprehend what was before me.
My brother, who looked well if not for the shadows under his eyes, rose from the throne, staring down at me from across the hall. I wanted to ask him about where he went, what he witnessed, and if he'd slept at all since returning. It was obvious he had not. That discussion would be on hold until later.
The nobles line the walls, their expressions hard with a rigid set of their shoulders, murmuring their discontent about the Southern Weres and last night's attack.
The Southern Alpha Prince stood tall in the centre with his Beta by his side. Faidon, for obvious reasons, could not be here.
So, Eryx hadn't been caught snooping in my brother's study?
As I stepped closer into the hall, guards closed in on us, and it wasn't until Kharis protectively stepped in front of me, acting as my shield, that I realised he was the one they wanted.
Then what was this? What is going on?
