"What did he do?" he gasped, his face drained of color, gripped by pure terror.
Agara turned to him, voice low and heavy with meaning. "Siamon, you've been his warden since he was eight. Are you willing to give your life for him?"
Siamon was no ordinary servant. Though most believed him to be just an old black werewolf Kai had rescued long ago, only the Fae knew the truth. He was a Hell Wolf—assigned by the Demon God himself to guard the youngest prince from his siblings. But before that, he had been something far darker; a tyrant king in mortal life, one who had slain his lover after a night of lust and madness, then butchered his own people. The Demon God had taken him as punishment, stripped him of humanity, and cast him into the underworld as a beast meant to torment sinful souls.
Until Kai. The young prince had saved him, from torment, from the wild abyss, from himself. He was no longer a hell tormentor. Just because of this prince of the Underworld.
