Radulf stepped out of the chamber, casting one last glance at Zenna before the heavy doors shut behind him. Selina had requested a private conversation, and though he left without protest, the tension in his shoulders betrayed his unease.
Zenna turned her gaze toward the High Priestess, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Why did Madam Selina send my husband away?" she asked.
Selina studied her for a moment before speaking. "Radulf's heart burns with vengeance. His hatred for the Alpha King blinds him, and he is desperate to seize any opportunity to bring about his downfall. However, you must be the one to keep him grounded."
Zenna's brows knitted together. "Me?"
