The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
He wore rings on every finger, and a heavy crown, decorated with green rhinestones, on his head.
But even without it, I could still guess this man’s identity. There was no doubt about it.
“That’s King Tavi of Aevenor,” Kylan said, his voice low. “And that’s his son, Halden…and his bastard.”
My breath caught as they neared. The two younger men were a few steps behind. I had never seen another Lycan king before, and seeing Elyx the first time had already been a happening for me.
How would I even face a second one?