Lycan King Stephan knew the familiar smell of the stone pack. But the question was, what would one of those wolves be doing here within his walls?

And the worst part was that this particular one had some tricks up his sleeve.

“Killing one of his guards! That alone would earn him punishment from the rest of them.

Still, Lycan Stephan needed to get close enough to make sure that he wasn’t imagining things.

The closer he got, the stronger the stench got stronger and stronger.

He lowered himself to the prisoner's level, looking past the silver essence into his eyes.

Arian’s eyes looked drowsy, but not from being sleep-deprived....