No one knew exactly how the fire that engulfed half the royal house had started, but the following day the New York Times carried the news on the front page that the residence of one of the oldest and most respected families in the city had burned to the ground.

The truth was that it was not a big deal, but it certainly meant that Rhiannon of Isrion’s words had struck a chord in the minds of many lycans, or else no one would have dared to start a fire since no one was buying that it was an accident.

“I hold you responsible for all this!” the king shouted to Erea as the losses and defectors were listed, especially those who had openly rebelled against them and left with Rhiannon.

“You can also hold me responsible for the crown on your head,” the queen replied, “that you are so reluctant to pass on to our son.”

The king answered with a grunt, but if in times of peace quarrels were not a problem for them, this had just turned into a war, and everyone was pretty sure it would be an import