The King's Obsession
The life-sized sculpture of the roaring wolf was splattered with the blood of the men who had dared to breach the walls.
Cain stood in the center of the wreckage, his tactical vest torn, his head bowed as he held a blood-stained tablet. Around him, dozens of guards stood dead silent, terrified to even draw a breath.
Karlo stood by the shattered courtyard doors, his navy suit jacket long gone, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and heavily soaked in deep crimson. He didn't look like a king anymore. He looked like an apocalyptic force. His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving as his steel-blue eyes stared blankly at the empty grass where he had tackled Della just twenty-four ho