Chapter 8

He smiles, wrapping an arm around my waist as he leads me with him towards the exit of the room. "The meeting will begin soon." "I don't want to go," I mutter, seeing him raise his eyebrows. "A rogue in the council room is questionable. They would feel as if their ego has suffered," I express. The King pulls me along, ignoring my statement as he only pulls me closer to him. "When you're with me, they will not question it." "But it gives them perfect rumors to spread. A rogue in the palace at the side of the King." "Let them talk," he whispers. Letting them talk scares me. If they talk, it's bound to be heard by the common wolf pack in the human world, word is bound to reach the ears of everyone. A rogue in the palace is massive publicity. And once word goes around, someone will be interest just like the whole werewolf population. I only pray he never comes here while I am held here. I only pray I never see him within the