#Chapter 31: No Body

Raven The large, heavy wooden doors of the throne room groaned open, their sound echoing off the vaulted stone ceilings as Neil led me inside. My pulse quickened inside of me at the sight of his two brothers standing by the throne, with the King seated between them. The King’s piercing eyes locked onto me as soon as I entered the room. Not on Neil—on me. Something was wrong. My steps slowed a little. Had they figured everything out? Had they discovered that I wasn’t Lycan, that I was a Werewolf in disguise? Maybe they had found out that we had buried the pilot’s body. Maybe they knew everything. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, my hands trembled at my sides, so much so that I had to clasp them behind my back to keep my fear from showing. Beside me, Neil was surprisingly steady, although I could sense his own wariness through our mate bond. “You summoned us, Father?” Neil asked, stopping and dropping to one knee a few paces away from the thro