The skin-walker prince circled them like a shark, his movements smooth and unnatural. Though he wore Darian's face, everything about him felt wrong—from his too-wide smile to the way his joints seemed to bend in impossible directions.
"How touching," he mocked, glancing at the real Darian chained to the bone throne. "A family reunion."
Kael stepped forward, placing himself between the creature and Elara. "Release my brother."
The prince laughed, the sound echoing off the cave walls. "After keeping him for eighteen years? I think not." He turned his black eyes to Elara. "Besides, I'm more interested in our silver-eyed guest."
Ronan growled, his muscles tensing like he might pounce any second.
"Careful," Tobias warned under his breath. "This is his domain. He's stronger here."
The prince smiled as if he'd heard. "The wise guardian speaks truth. Here, I am king." He snapped his fingers, and shadows rose from the ground, forming twisted wolf shapes around them.
