Caleb sits on his throne, glaring down at the line of guards filed before him with clear, heartless distain.
One or many of these guards directly betrayed Caleb. That none of them will give up the others tells him that all of them might as well have been responsible.
How many of his soldiers have turned to the rebellion. Are there none left among those remaining who could be trusted?
Not for the first time, Caleb misses the judgement of his Beta, Tristan. Tristan has a way of sniffing out the troublesome ones among the guard, as well as reminding Caleb, in the moment, not to act too rashly.
The only other person who could help him hold himself back is Harper, but she is down in the medical ward, still waiting for that doctor’s ointment.
Caleb hasn’t forgotten that the one guards Harpe
