Trick
Six months.
That’s how much time the King had given me before he would return to execute me.
Magnanimous of him to give me six months to put Snow Moon Pass back together before he killed me for touching his omega.
Most of the wolves had gone to bed. After everything that had happened, the guests had decided that dancing and drinking were boring and had retired for the night to their hotel rooms.
I’d heard the rippling of murmurs when I returned. Why six months? Why wasn’t he killing me tonight? It wasn’t like he couldn’t replace me as the Alpha of Snow Moon Pass.
It was curiosity, pure and simple. I was now on Cyrus’s radar. He wanted to know more before he killed me, and filling that hole of information was more important to him than Kali’s safety.
I’d lied because I couldn’t
