My blood ran cold at those words. Doomed? What the hell was going on in my kingdom?
“Puppets,” I repeated under my breath, my mind racing. “What did he mean by puppets?”
“I…” she said, hesitation evident in her face. “Kellan seems to have influence over their actions. Magical influence. Mal looked terrified, Kane. Like he was afraid someone would catch him talking to me.”
Cold washed through my body. Kellan’s mother was a witch, so it wasn’t far-fetched that he inherited some abilities. But still, mind control? Was it truly my son the one behind all of this? It was more f*****g worse than I first thought, because Mal wasn’t easily scared. He’d been my best friend since childhood, my most trusted advisor. If he was afraid…
I started pacing the cave, my lycan restless and agitated. All t
