The casual use of my name instead of my title made my lycan snarl with rage. “Kane?” I growled, my voice dropping to the dangerous tone that had once made grown men piss themselves. “I am your f*****g king.”
The last word came out as a full snarl, my eyes flashing red as my wolf pushed closer to the surface.
“You haven’t been a king for a very long time,” Mal said, his own voice taking on an edge of steel. “Now move.”
He tried to walk past me, clearly intending to head toward our camp, but I stepped into his path. There was no way in hell I was letting him get anywhere near Simone. I couldn’t let my son get his hands on her, not after everything he’d already done.
I needed time. Time to warn Simone to run, time to face these men on my own terms. This wouldn’t be an easy fight, I knew h
