"Why did the vampire not kill you?" the Lycan King asked me as we settled in a room akin to a common room in the main palace building. The others in the room with us were Diana, Raul, his sons, and his two trusted advisors—his Beta and Gamma.
"He said it was not the right time," I replied, my appetite refusing to wake even when the servers brought lofty dishes before me and Diana, who shared a two-seat sofa with me. "I wasn't sure what he meant. I only wanted to escape, so I didn't stay for more discussion, or to find out if he had been telling the truth."
The King nodded slowly and shared knowing glances with his men. What message passed between them I wasn't aware, but I knew I wouldn't be treated as anything less than a dignitary in this pack all through my stay here.
"Okay," he said at last. "But can you trace the magic used on it?"
I frowned at the question, then looked at Raul, a brow cocked. Was there something like that?
