KEILAH

I shot to my feet, my heart hammering in my ears so loud I barely heard Garbie ask, “Did he just say werewolf?”

I nodded, numb, eyes locked on the old fae on the altar. My legs felt weak, but I pushed forward through the murmuring crowd, pulling Garbie gently behind me until we reached the edge of the gathering.

“Do you think it’s that hot-tempered Alpha?” she whispered.

“I know it is,” I breathed. “He followed me too.”

The crowd buzzed like hornets. Guards emerged from shadowed corners, their armour iridescent, their eyes glowing faintly like creatures born of moonlight. The old man raised his hand to quiet...