NARRATOR

A FEW DAYS LATER…

Rousse had never been in such a foul mood in his life.

Zarek had asked him, as a favor, to accompany Drakomir to deal with a difficult situation.

But after a rather long trip, it turned out the rebellion had been “handled.”

Rousse felt uneasy. Something about this whole story smelled like lies.

Leaving his mate again didn’t sit well with him.

So he returned first, without even waiting for Drakkar and Drakomir, who were also in the party.

Drakkar always took the chance to wring information out of his advisor, the Lord.

At this point, he could write a book and teach a masterclass in sex.

When Rousse reached the fortress, every alarm he had went off.

A massive barrier had been raised outside the walls.

He tried to summon his power or call Zarek, but the energy bounced back without reaching its target.

With his urgency slipping out of control, he started circling the fortress, looking for a hiding spot.

Outside, the houses stood intact; the mixed villages of vam