LUCY
Walthorq.
The name knocks the breath from my lungs.
The Walthorqs?
That is the surname of the High Royal family—the bloodline currently holding the mantle of rulership over the four wolf nations that comprise the Dominion of Lykara.
The seat of the Supreme Alpha King himself.
Tavric Walthorq.
How in the name of the Goddess hadn't I made the connection?
I've spent my life trailing after my father, or Doyle, through summits and treaties. I should have known his face on sight.
I bite my lip, thoughts scrambling backward through every gathering I've ever attended. But in all of it, I never once laid eyes on Tavric.
That explains my blindness… the only son ever presented at those events was the "true" heir, Caspian Walthorq, an arrogant fellow so full of himself that he likely can't see past the shine on his own polished shoes.
Which means Tavric was the other one.
