“Akela, get inside me. Now!” Aidan called his wolf back and Akela didn’t resist because he knew it wasn’t an unfounded command. As things stood, Aidan’s safety... or at least his life, could be guaranteed, but the only way he would be protected was inside his lycan. After all, he was living proof of Aidan’s disobedience to the laws his own parents had enforced on the lycans for centuries.

“What did you do, Aidan?!” the king shouted, turning to his son just as the guards finished clearing the temple of the Goddess.

Confusion reigned and rumors of what had happened that night would spread like fire on dry powder. In the center of the orchestra only the king and queen, Aidan, Myra, and General Nader, who did not dare leave his daughter alone in front of the wrath of Caerbhall Casthiel, remained.

“What did I do? I won my wolf! And I’m not ashamed to admit it,” Aidan answered with determination. “The only thing I regret is that I spent six centuries torturing him instead of making him a pa