Amelia’s POV
I could hardly believe that the Alpha King would take interest in my plight, not even as I reached down and flattened out the crumpled up piece of paper that Damien had thrown down onto the foot of my bed and saw the golden seal.
As Damien stormed from the room, Cara entered. I showed her the letter. When she read it, a measure of satisfaction crossed her fate.
“He found a way,” she said, pleased.
“Who did?” I asked.
She lifted her gaze to me, and for the first time, I could see a flash of guilt in her eyes. “Alpha Jake.”
I knew right away what she had done. “You told him.”
“I had to,” Cara replied. “I swore to protect you and I trusted my Alpha to reach the best decision for all of us. He has done so.” She held up the note.
I wasn’t so sure. Much of werewolf politics
