CHAPTER 157
Ezekiel's stomach tightened. So, it was happening. He had seen this coming. He had dreaded it. And yet, there was no avoiding it now. His fingers curled into fists before he exhaled, forcing himself into control. If he didn't go, it would only escalate further. He had to at least try to alleviate the situation.
"A minute." He said and turned around, striding to the bedroom where Prince Zavien was.
Nesa stood by the door as he opened it. She was silent and alert. Her sharp eyes tracked Ezekiel the moment he entered. As a werewolf herself, she felt the tension radiating off her king—but she said nothing, holding her position.
Prince Zavien was still resting on the bed. His complexion restored. His hair was white again and his pointy ears fully returned. He was still unconscious, but he looked stable—finally.
