Elara's pov
He was close now.
Close enough that I could feel the weight of his presence, the quiet pressure that came with it.
My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, alert in a way I didn't understand, while my own body stiffened with fear.
This was it. This was when he inspects me and calls guards to have me beheaded like the other soothers.
My fingers curled tightly against my dress as my heart thudded loudly.
I thought about all the good things that I had hoped to achieve and get. Love, respect, and adoration. But now all of it was about to be null as he inched closer.
I close my eyes. Bracing for his sword on my neck or his next decree.
This was it. This was my cruel fate.
But instead, something heavy and warm settled on my shoulder. I sucked in a sharp breath while flinching in fright at the same time as my eyes shot open.
But I was taken aback instead when I noticed he had given me his coat.
'Huh?'
