Chapter 36

• My mate is vulnerable. I can sense her growing distress as we both sit in the throne room, listening to the sounds of the pack members as they bring their concerns or rather issues to the Lycan Queen one by one.
• “Lycan Queen,” a new one, a handsome looking man in a guard’s uniform approaches with a woman in tow, her eyes red and puffy as though she has been weeping.
• Charisma shifts uncomfortably on the chair. She looks exhausted. I give her a sidelong glance feeling concerned at how drained she looks but hold my tongue, certain she would not appreciate me speaking out loud my thoughts.