SAMANTHA
The clash in the training room continued to a point where it seemed the building would collapse under the force of the princes fighting.
Walls cracked, the floor trembled. Dust rained from the ceiling. Women huddled in corners, their bodies pressed together, their hands covering their heads. I stayed against the wall, my knees pulled to my chest, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might break my ribs.
Just when it looked like everything would crumble, King Lionel made his dramatic entrance.
The doors flew open and guards spilled in on either side of him. His presence filled the room like smoke. His eyes swept across the chaos—the broken furniture, the scattered toothbrushes, the blood on the floor, his three sons tearing at each other in wolf form.
The princes did not even shiver. Despite the fact that their father had entered the room, they kept fighting.
