Alarix POV.

"Are you going back to England?" I questioned as we walked hand in hand through the forest.

We were going back to the pack. Everyone else had set off already; they were giving us some time together. I feel slightly awkward. I've been dreaming of being with her for the past few days, and all we've done since we started walking is steal glances at each other.

I know she wants to ask about Lenora, and she does deserve to know what happened. Not that anything did happen. I want to know what my king meant too. King of all species... Was I meant to become a leader?...