Wolf Realm:
The throne room doors slammed against the stone walls with such force that every conversation died instantly.
The echo travelled through the entire chamber. Everyone turned to the door at once, and King Elijah stood in the doorway.
His cloak still carried dust from wherever he had walked in from, his sword remained strapped to his side, and his breathing came harder than it should have from the short walk between the courtyard and the throne room.
His black eyes burned with rage and generations long hate.
The witches immediately lowered their heads.
The King did not acknowledge any of them.
His eyes found only three people. Nate, Xander, and Alaric. For several unbearable seconds, no one spoke.
"Tell me." King Elijah finally spoke, his anger beyond reasoning. "Tell me the messenger misunderstood."
None of the brothers answered.
Elijah's jaw clenched. "I said..." His voice rose, making the stained-glass windows tremble. "tell me he misunderstood."
