Kael
Thoren had barely turned toward the castle before Drake spoke again.
“Purists?”
I already knew I wasn’t going to like wherever this conversation was headed.
“What about them?” Drake asked casually.
“It’s none of your concern,” I said immediately.
“That,” Drake replied, “is a fantastic way to make something sound extremely concerning.”
“Kael,” Thoren said calmly.
I exhaled through my nose.
Of course he was going to tell him.
Thoren slowed slightly as we crossed the courtyard, his expression shifting back into that composed, calculating seriousness he always carried whenever the kingdom came before everything else.
“Apparently,” he said evenly, “there are wolves and Lycans who believe the species should remain segregated.”
Drake immediately made a face.
“Oh dang.”
That res
