Landon's expression turned stormy, a swift metamorphosis from the man who'd just been arguing about sleeping arrangements to the true Lycan King—fierce, unforgiving, dangerous.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the sudden silence of the common room.
The man swallowed nervously. "Beta Malachi, sir, from the River Valley Pack. I've been tracking you since receiving word you were traveling through our territory."
"And who dares attack a pack under my protection?"
"We don't know yet, Your Majesty. Just that they're under siege—northern border, less than half a day's ride from here. Alpha Thorne requested immediate aid."
Landon's jaw tightened. Without looking at me, he barked, "Return to the inn, Seraphina. Now."
I startled at his tone, acutely aware of the eyes watching us. The burly Beta cast me a curious glance, clearly wondering who I was to be traveling alone with the Lycan King.
