King Julian felt the slightest bit guilty. He was lying to his mate but what choice did he have? Lucas had to have some sort of reason for being found in the condition he had been in. It was clear he had been running from something and from the scents on him it had been rogues but they still didn't know if he'd been travelling alone or with someone else. He constantly muttered out about "him, needs help" and he wondered if there had been at least one other person who may have been sadly, killed by the rogues they had encountered.
He forced that out of his mind, turning to smile at a nervous Lucas who was now eyeing the bed with concern, biting his lip and looking very very adorable. His wolf was almost cooing which was providing Julian with no end of amusement. His big bad wolf was turni
