Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“No, it can’t be true!”

I settled into the quiet of my villa’s sunlit dining room, watching the way the sun rays danced across the polished surface. My mind drifted back to the conversation I had with Arthur and Skylar last night.

When it came down to the kings in the supernatural world, Demird was considered as a suspect because of his status.

Arthur’s faith in the South King whispered through my thoughts.

“Out of all the werewolf Alphas, Demrid is the sensible one, Azlynn. I saw him last year at an annual summit.

He talked about harmony among races, softening the laws of co-inhabitants. He couldn’t be...