Chapter NINETY-THREE

Dane The door creaked open behind me and the guards walked into the room. I smiled as I stared at the healer. When her eyes drifted to the men behind me, she realized what was going on. I was going to lock her away and make sure that she paid for what she did to Lusia. There was nobody that was going to escape my wrath. I was the Lycan king. The king of this castle, and nobody had the right to touch what was mine. The room went dead quiet except for the healer’s shaky gasps as she knelt there, clutching her throat. My hands were still trembling from the rage coursing through me, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. The guards barged in, their boots thudding against the stone floor. I was infuriated that they had taken so long to get here, but it didn’t matter now. It was soon going to be over. I was going to make sure that she suffered for what she did. The same way Kiara and Keon suffered. “Your majesty,” the guards greeted in unison behind me. “You summoned us.” I pointed