CHAPTER 12

Several months had passed since Damon last visited the Underland and the palace that had belonged to his father and the wolf kings before him. Built upon the worn hands of wolves generations ago, the palace was as elegant as it was militant, with sprawling halls and soaring pillars that stretched up to the sky-high cavern ceiling.

As Damon strode through the palace, Scar at his side, he could feel the eyes of the wolves upon him, their distrust and loathing as clear as day. But he would not be cowed. He had committed to his plan, and to Scar, and he refused to give up on change, no matter how impossible it seemed.

He watched Scar's awed expression as they wandered through corridors filled with gaudy furnishings and paintings. He knew after the last few days, she deserved a moment of rest, but Damon found himself restless after the discovery that his cousin was the one scheming against him. Sleep would not come to him, even if he immersed himself in the welcome scent