NOLA REYNOLDS.

My heart hammered almost painfully in my chest when I felt Kalden’s hands leave my arm as the Lycan beast barreled toward us, and the white-faced crowd parted around the King.

He was coming here! Why was he coming here?

“I'll take it from here,” Hector growled, his eyes boring into the dark-haired man with such ferocity even I shrunk away a little bit.

Excuse me?

“I’ll see you around.” Kalden mouthed to me before he bowed to the Lycan whose gray eyes had come to rest on me now, much to my dismay.

The medley of chords now sounded jumbled to my ears as I caught the...