Alryn approached the king carefully, standing beside his dire wolf. His deep cerulean eyes stare narrowed at the line of human soldiers watching.

The human king, Edmund, had offered his sister’s hand in marriage, in an attempt to form a treaty between Tate’kin, the Elf Kingdom, and Drandon, the human kingdom.

The human soldiers parted as the human king and his sister, approached. The moment Alryn’s eyes fell on the princess, his heart stopped.

“Y’kona,” he whispered, eyes wide. “Mate.”