Lucky’s POV:
“Do you remember my daughter has several mates?”
As soon as King Samuel’s words are out, I suddenly understand why I’m itching to run. Everything makes more sense. I’ve been drooling at the persistent scent of roasted wild meat and rosemary. Suddenly, it’s clear why I’m constantly hungry for something. I sniff the air, trying to detect the direction of the scent.
“Bina’s granddaughter is in that forest...” the king continues, but I stop listening to him the second I find the source of the alluring scent.
The wolf inside me is uncontrollable, and I can only think of meeting my mate. If you can call it thinking—my brain doesn’t catch up before I’m halfway to the forest. Luckily, I catch myself before I shift. Clothes are scarce, and I cannot ruin them.
It doesn’t come easie
