But Heiko shook his head. “It is possible, if you have am empath wolf in the proximity.”
King Paul’s brows lifted slightly, still skeptical.
Then he scoffed quietly. “Wishful thinking, Heiko. Empaths are a myth—extremely rare. Hidden. I would know if one existed in this kingdom.”
“You don’t,” Heiko said flatly. “I found one. Her gift is real.”
King Paul took a step back, his face unreadable.
“Who is she?” he finally asked, his voice hushed with awe.
Heiko’s voice dropped to a whisper, but his conviction did not waver.
“River. My mate… is the empath. And it’s because of her that yesterday didn’t end in a massacre.”
The king sat slowly, the weight of the revelation pressing heavily onto his shoulders.
“Moon above…” he muttered. “Does she know?”
Heiko shook his head. “Not fully. Sh
