Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
“There is no way.” He gripped my hair, jerking my head to the side. “Clever lie, though.”
“Your Majesty,” a voice interrupted. Attes. When had he arrived? “A moment please.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” The tension on my neck didn’t let up as Kolis barked out, “One second.”
“Keella,” Attes said.
Kolis went rigid once more.
“You know that Keella helped Eythos capture her soul so she could be reborn.” His voice was closer. “You know she’s out there, and you haven’t been able to find her, even though you have taken every Chosen—every mortal who bears an aura. Could it be because she has not been reborn in all these recent centuries?” Attes questioned. “Could it be that you have finally found her?”
“This is a trick,” Callum snapped. “Do not trust her, and do not trust this Primal.”
“I know how to kill you, you shit,” Attes growled. “Speak of me again like that, and I’ll prove it.”
A tremor ran through Kolis’s arm as he lifted my head, forcing my face to his. He stared down at me, his eyes widening, the eather swirling and then stopping until only gold flecks were present.
“Think about it, Kolis,” Attes continued. “Your brother was very clever. He could’ve taken Sotoria’s soul and placed it with the embers to protect her and to fuck you over. You know he would.”
Kolis shuddered.
His arms loosened, and I started to fall. He caught me before I hit the floor, going down on his knee as he lifted me to his chest. He cradled my cheek with a shaking hand—then cradled me to him, letting my head fall to the side of his arm. I shriveled at the feel of him, shrank inside myself at the sight of the horror etched onto the false King’s features as he realized who he held in his arms—as he realized who he’d have to kill.
Again.
Kolis shook. He rocked as my gaze drifted to the open doors and the shadowy leaves swaying in the balmy breeze. To the—
To a wolf.
A wolf crouched at the trunks of the trees. A wolf more silver than white.
A silver beast.
Bathed in the brightest moonlight.
Ash.