Chapter 113

Troy

I came back from training just as the almost full moon started to rise. The night was icy-cold and the wind snapped at my heated body, trying to freeze the sweat on my skin.

Around me, the other princes and warriors rushed to their tents, running on their tiptoes in an attempt to spare the soles of their feet, and I heard their uneven breathing as they tried to regulate their body heat.

We’d been in the woods for almost a week now. When we arrived, we discovered traces of my father’s Lycans in the woods. They left animal carcasses, still smouldering coals, and even torn tents behind, but we couldn’t find the nobles. No matter how much we searched, they kept evading us.

Eleanor was protecting them. Here and there, I felt a shimmer of magic - not enough so I could track her, but enough to annoy me.

God, I hated that witch. I kind of hoped Quinn would kill her for me when the time came.

We finally set up camp where the cabin used to be and established a proper boundary. Sebastian