Elias was nothing short of a shadow of his former self. The walls seemed to be crashing in on him, and the only way to survive was to run. His mind had been racing all night with one thought—he would not let Rowan, or anyone at that, come close. He was terrified, alone, and anxious, but nothing mattered. All he cared for at this point was saving the life of his child.
The diary had been of great help, and indeed, he had learned many secrets. The new moon was fast approaching, and preparations towards the crowning of Prince Rowan had begun. It wasn't only a period to celebrate his coronation but also the coming heir. The news of Consort Elias's pregnancy had spread through the kingdom like wildfire and, subsequently, into the ears of Kael Cabswell.
Within the Alpha tent, Kael paced to and fro, his hands sweating and his temperature rising. He had succeeded in getting a few herbs that calmed the burning mark, but it wasn't enough. It still burned, just tolerable at the moment.
