Azriel: The Tug Of Destiny

“Thank you for this,” Aysel says once again as we drive back to the palace.

“There’s no need to thank me. I am just relieved that he is alive,” I murmur.

After a beat of silence, she asks, “Who did this to him? Did he say anything about it?”

I shake my head. “He knows what poisons were used, but can’t remember who chased him down.”

“Was it, someone from—”

“From alpha king’s men? Probably, very likely,” I reply.

“But if so, then why can’t we prove it?” Aysel asks, voice impatient.

“We are working on that,” I reply slowly.

“Why do you think I ask you to sort the accounts of every member working for me and the alpha king in the palace? Most of them were hired after…” I trail off, my throat tightening as I mutter the next words, “After my mother went missing, the whole staff was practically changed.”

I hear her inhale sharply. “Why?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “don’t know, but definitely so that my biological father could rule the werewolves without being questioned. He was a ruthles