Adam's POV
The moment the messenger entered, I knew something was off. His entire posture screamed discomfort — shoulders hunched, face drained of color.
"Speak," I commanded, arms crossed. I looked at my father's pale body, life slipping out faster with each passing second. No one was able to find the cure. They say it's wolfsbane and we should start counting days. But I wasn't ready to let him go yet, no matter how difficult he was as a father and as a ruler. He was a tyrant, even I knew that. But he was also a capable ruler who could manage such a huge pack with almost no rebels. I was afraid it was too early for him to pass without parting with that skill with me.
My eyes drifted back to the messenger, still standing, hesitating about something. But he finally spoke, his eyes darti
