Chapter 18

Eleanor finally stopped for a breath, just as the orange fingers of the gradually rising sun started to stretch over the horizons. It lit up the lycan palace, and her breath hitched at what she would see there. The security at the borders had been extra tight, and she had to prove herself to be weaponless and a true lycan before they let her in.

The trip was short to the front of the palace, and the scene chilled her bones. Most of the lycans were on their knees in front of the palace, hands clasped together. Some wailed, some prayed, and a few just stayed there, grim expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, she heard a trumpet sound. It felt like an announcement, but the entire population started to wail again, this time more uncontrollably. Some started to shift, and howls filled the air.

Mourning howls.

Eleanor felt her body go cold from the scene. Was Conaan....could Conaan be...

She swallowed, tears filling her eyes.

"No, no no. He can'