Swept inside the castle, annoyingly parted from Nikolai almost straight away. Maddox silently stays with me, always a few paces behind. Heavy-set guards lead us into a spacious, firelit parlour. Dawn is breaking through the huge sash windows, lined by purple velvet curtains, signalling the end of one of the worst nights in our race’s history. Freya has changed into black mourning, her brown curls still wild but her figure hidden beneath a frumpy long black shift. Sat next to her is Zena, Cillian’s date.Her grey eyes study me and she has a striking familiarity. Then again, when your parents are pack rulers, you meet an awful lot of people. My brain is too frazzled to work her out right now.With no sign of the Alpha’s we are left surrounded by a dozen guards from all three packs. Freya, Zena and I have no ability to mind link, any conversation open to a dozen different pairs of ears. We need some privacy, somewhere to breathe. Beta Adrian, assigned to Freya, stood with his arms fol
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