She stiffened immediately, her wolf instincts coiling within her. Luna spun around, already bracing herself. "He is my father. I have a right to see him, to mourn him."
Kyllian emerged slowly from the shadows, his broad shoulders tense.
"My king gave me one final task," he said. "He said to look after you, and your unborn child. What does that mean?"
Luna's brow furrowed deeply, her gaze flickering away from Kyllian's. The woods around them whispered. Her father had tasked Kyllian with protecting her and her unborn child. But how? How could he have known? She didn't even know until Morvakar had told her.
"I don't know."
"Come back home, Luna," he said. "This is where you belong. Not with vampires whose natural instinct is to prey on us."
"Kyllian," she began. "Blood City had nothing to do with what happened here. Damien would never. It was the rogue vampires. You know that."
