The gates to the dungeons at the Alpha King kingdom slowly creaked open. Micah waited patiently, taking a deep breath before venturing forward with the escorted guards.

Months had passed since the war, since Melania’s defeat. It should have been the dawn of peace. Instead, the condition of the princesses had shattered the fragile trust between the kingdoms. Their blood, though spilled by Melania’s cruelty, had left an ugly stain that no one seemed willing to wash clean. The humans and werewolves alike demanded justice.

And Commander Duche–that rat bastard–had fanned the flames with lies.

Micah stopped walking when he noticed a shadow. He quickly bowed with the other guards...