Book 8: Wild Goose

Kenna

I adjust my apron strings to stop my hands from trembling. The corridor outside my dad’s office is unusually quiet and empty. Normally, warriors and higher ranking wolves would be walking back and forth or waiting on the benches along the wall for a meeting with him. Commanders would be speaking in low tones outside the door, not sparing a passing glance to the others waiting in the wings. 

And beyond the windows behind me, the city of Moonrise would be loud, shiny, and glowing with activity, but now it’s gray and silent. 

The wound on our precious, sacred city festers with every passing second my mother, the queen, is gone. 

I chew my lip and rock on my heels. 

“You had an opportunity to tell me the truth and you chose to lie–”

“She is my mate, and I will decide what is best for her!”

I close my eyes and let out my breath. I’ve been listening to Dad argue with Evander for the last ten minutes. Dad