I was wrong. The Wicked Wolf isn’t Damien.
It is Andros and Andros is d e a d.
A ghost. A figment of my imagination. A phantom haunting me.
And he isn’t just Andros, the bodyguard.
He’s Crown Prince Damien.
Or at least he was.
He was the boy introduced to me at my home all those years ago. The one everyone except my family wanted me to marry.
The boy I secretly and foolishly wanted to marry as well.
“I was bitter when I first saw you at your presentation and wedding. And if I’m being honest, I’m still a little bitter about it.” He whispered, eyes still focused on the rising sun. “I kept thinking that it was supposed to be me that you were going to marry and mark. If things had only been different, it would have been our wedding..."
He trails off, hurt clear on his ghostly pale f
