MOON MARKED BY THE LYCAN KING
It was a tactical, cold-blooded discussion, but underneath it all, I could feel the electricity between us growing—a tension fueled by the knowledge that we were walking toward a cliff edge together.
Around midnight, a messenger arrived with a sealed scroll. Eryx broke the wax seal, his eyes scanning the contents, his face going pale.
"What is it?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.
"The Conclave has officially met," he said, handing me the scroll. "They’ve issued a formal challenge. They’re calling for a trial by combat at the base of the sacred peaks in three days' time. If we don't show, they claim the crown by right of heritage. If we do..."