Book 2: Setting Up Camp

Anwen

“Are you sure of this?” King Andri rumbles.

I hold the massive Alpha’s dark stare. “Someone working with Floyd on the whole plan told us everything. I’m sure you understand why I can’t tell you who.”

“You think you cannot trust me.” He studies me.

I hold my straight-backed posture. The king of Snowcrest doesn’t scare me—in a fight, I could outlast him easily—but he radiates power just like Father used to. Part of me wishes I took Kieran up on his offer to have this meeting with me. But if he gets involved, it’s a formal accusation. A prince telling a king one of their envoys is a piece-of-shit murderer creates a little less of an international incident.

“Good.” King Andri’s mouth twitches in what might be a smile, under his massive beard.

I exhale slowly and try not to show my relief on my face. “Great. Then can we count on your support?”

“I cannot go against Floyd Winters publicly. His family is old, if no longer powe