Chapter 16 A Werewolf?
- Lucy’s POV
- The eerie silence pressed on my ears until they rang, making me dizzy. Kenneth’s warm hand anchored me in place, but the tension in my chest grew heavier by the second. My pulse quickened, anxiety spiking as I searched the King’s stern face for some sign of acceptance—or rejection.
- When he spoke at last, his voice was deep, commanding, and far more intimidating than I had prepared myself for.