Alaric's POV
I just stared at the plate in front of me in the dining room. It was a typical lunch, yet it felt so different. Morgana sat next to me, but she didn’t say a word. She was still angry with me because I hadn’t allowed them to take Corinna to the dungeon, and it was clear to Morgana that I wanted to defend her.
Even though I should have felt bad about the rift between us, it wasn’t the source of my misery. Recalling last night when Corinna asked me what would happen to her made my chest ache. My wolf felt hopeless, too, and there was nothing either of us could do about it.
I lied to her, telling her that nothing bad would happen, but it seemed like Corinna was too brilliant for that; her expression showed that she didn’t believe me at all.
The truth was that her life was in
