LVI

Isaac’s face was unreadable as he studied the werebear. A perfectly closed book. It seemed as if he trusted this bear, but why wouldn’t he? Bears were just as much his citizens as wolves were. It was like he was the firm but fair father while the wolves and bears were siblings that were constantly at each other's throats.

Or maybe he distrusted us all equally.

The bear regarded the lycan with equal amounts of caution. That is to say that I couldn’t read him at all, either. People I couldn’t read made me nervous.

“Have you been to the bear pack around here recently?” Benate asked.

Isaac shook his head. “A trip is in the works.”

I jerked my head around to Isaac. A trip to a bear pack was in the works? Was he aware how bears and wolves felt about each other? Maybe he didn’t plan on bringing me.

Benate nodded. “Don’t let them know you’re the King when you do. It will be to your advantage for your identity to remain secret.”

“What?” I blurted. “How will that even work? I mean,