Zarek.
The moment Zechariah left my chambers, the silence that followed felt thick… oppressive… almost sentient.
My thoughts would not still.
Someone had dared provoke my bloodlust.
Someone had pushed me into losing control like a rabid beast before half the highborn wolves of the region.
And there were very, very few who possessed both the audacity and cruelty for such a deed.
I drew a slow breath, my fingers dragging through my hair as the weight of humiliation knotted in my chest.
“Who did this?” I murmured, voice barely contained. “Who in the depths of hell seeks to disgrace me so boldly?”
Faces passed through my mind—enemies defeated, rivals broken, wolves who envied my throne and feared my name.
Most of them lacked spine.
Most chose schemes in shadows, not acts that could c
