We barely made it back to our quarters.
The twins were still crying. Loud, angry wails that echoed through the stone corridors.
Nobles pressed themselves against the walls as we passed. Afraid. Of two babies.
The moment we were inside with the door locked, I collapsed on the bed. Held the twins close.
"Shh," I whispered. "It's okay. We're safe now."
Except we weren't. Not really.
Vaelor was pacing. His Lycan energy barely contained. I could feel his rage through the bond.
"They wanted to take them," he said. Voice tight. "Raise them. Turn them into weapons."
"I know."
"I should've killed Threx right there—"
"And then what? Started a war in the Council chambers with our children present?"
He stopped pacing. Look at me. "We can't stay here."
"I know that too."
A knock at the door made us both tense.
Vaelor opened it carefully. A young guard stood there, face pale.
"Your Majesty. A message. From the border scouts."
He handed over a sealed letter.
