Wife To The Werewolf Beast King
The clouds churned angrily, the air growing heavy.
“We must take you somewhere safe!” Sriza cried, reaching for me.
A guard stepped forward. “By order of the king, you must come with us.”
“There is no time to waste, Queen Violet!” Raya urged, her grip firm.
“What is happening?” My voice was small, barely more than a whisper.
Sriza hesitated before speaking, “They say… the king’s dead brother has returned!” My breath tightens in my throat.
“He is not just a dead brother!” Raya corrected Sriza, her face pale as though she knew so much about him, her expression fearful and hopeful.