Ezren’s POV
Ezren hid behind a pillar. Freya marched beside Philip toward the capital building. Clare flanking her. All wore the traditional black leather armor of the World Pack. Freya’s hair was swept into a loose braid over her shoulder. The pale red contrasted with the black leather.
Ezren tried to sense through his wolf’s bond if she was afraid or if her wolf was apprehensive. He felt only determination.
Clare called him last night and let him know that Kael had escaped from jail and that he could possibly be somewhere in the capital building. He couldn’t go with her to the crowning ceremony in the elders’ chambers. But he needed to be close to her, to see her.
His chest tightened as she peered at Philip with admiration in her gaze. That should be him. He should be beside her. Y
