Chapter 60 Miscarriage?

• “You think you’re a king, Fenris?” Rafael spat, wiping a smear of blood from his split lip. He circled Fenris like a vulture, his eyes glowing a predatory amber. “You’re nothing... A beast holding onto a throne that’s already rotting. I’m not just here for your land. I’m here for everything you think makes you a man.”
• Fenris stood his ground, his claws extended, his breathing a low, guttural rumble that shook the very leaves on the trees.
• “You’ll die before you touch a single stone of Silver-Moon, Rafael.”