Chapter 42

Kristoff

I heaved a sigh, tightened my tie, and fixed my hair. That day had been my wedding day, a day I had never wished for. To me, it had felt more like attending a funeral because it marked the death of a part of me, a thing I would grieve over for the rest of my life. Overwhelming frustration and hopelessness filled me as I faced the unavoidable, something I had to do no matter what.

I tried to settle down my feelings as the time for the ceremony drew near. To keep Ari safe, I needed to be in favor of the Ironwolf. I had to obey and please my father to earn his trust and hand over the throne. As long as I remained in my position, as long as my future was to be the most powerful wolf on the continent, Ari would remain safe from possible danger.

Without knocking, Rolf entered the room and said, "It’s time." Then, he left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It was time to face my nightmare. I took a deep breath and left the room. Bjorn, my spirit wolf, howled in pain, understanding