Rakon was right. Even at such a close a encounter and with all my senses sharpened, I couldn’t pick even the tiniest whiff of the foreign king’s scent. If it were not for the fact that my eyes beheld him, the man would be a pure ghost, if only he could move as stealthily as his older brother did on our way here. The entire idea left me on edge as I couldn’t decide why he’d need to go to so much trouble in the first place.
He’d been invited for the banquet. That meant no harm would come to the wolf even if he were an enemy. As long as he was on Xatis’ soil, every guard in the kingdom was bound to come to his aid in the event of danger. Hell, even I, as king, was bound by the same expectations. It did not even matter that one of his own had made an attempt on my life. So why in God’s name
