Daniel.
I waited anxiously for the Lycan prince's final verdict, my heart hammering so violently against my chest that it almost hurt. Each breath came faster than the last, my chest rising and falling rapidly as countless possibilities raced through my mind.
The silence in the room felt unbearable.
If things went badly—if the prince decided that my actions deserved punishment—then I had already made up my mind. No matter what happened, I would ask to share Galen's punishment.
The thought settled heavily in my chest.
I didn't fully understand why I felt that way—maybe it was guilt, maybe it was gratitude or maybe it was something else entirely.
All I knew was that the idea of standing by and watching Galen suffer because of me made my stomach twist painfully. I wasn't sure I could bear it.
My fingers curled into tight fists at my sides as I waited.
Then, finally, the Lycan prince spoke.
