DAMIEN

"Where the hell are they taking him?" I growled, glaring at the guards escorting the caged wolf toward the palace.

Tindra, the infuriating woman who never seemed to leave my side, glanced at me with an arched brow. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re taking him into the palace. Strange, really. The Queen usually curses intruders into the river—or worse. Guess he got lucky.”

I scoffed under my breath, my gaze narrowing on Keilah. “No,” I muttered. “He didn’t get lucky. She saved him.”

Keilah kept glancing over her shoulder at him, her face carved with worry.

Even surrounded by guards, with their glowing armour and cold elegance, it was only...