The eastern hall fell into absolute silence. The servant stood trembling beneath the attention of every powerful figure in the room, his face pale as death.
"He brought… what?" the duke asked slowly.
"The head of one of the archive attackers, my lord," the servant whispered again. "It's hanging from his horse."
Lila nearly looked sick. The northern wolves, however, remained calm. Which meant whoever stood outside was either familiar to them… or dangerous enough that shock was pointless.
Kael's golden eyes narrowed slightly. "Describe him."
The servant swallowed hard.
"Tall, dark hair, and wears black armor marked with northern wolf symbols." His voice shook faintly. "And everyone near the gates says they can smell blood."
Freya exhaled softly through her nose.
The duke noticed too. "You know him."
"Yes." Her icy eyes shifted briefly toward Selene. "That would be Fenrir Varg."
The surname immediately caught attention.
"Your relative?" the duke asked sharply.
"My brother."
