[GRANT]
Grant had not known what to expect. Truly.
But this wasn't it.
The way there was no fight.
The way that Nour was sleeping beside his father, holding him when the man was already releasing a stench, was heartbreaking. It was the one sight that Grant wasn't sure would ever leave him.
This was the most vulnerable he had ever seen the obnoxious werewolf lord, and now he didn't know what to do. Even as Nour the mouthy omega, Grant had never seen the crown prince this defeated.
He had never smelled so much pain for a person, not even when he had been rejected by Alanor.
His pain was never this intense.
And when Grant got closer, as he tried to see for himself that this was a decoy, he knew that he wouldn't be back to live with himself for not protecting the king who had always protected him.
The smell from the king was awfully familiar, though.
It was the kind that Grant had familiarized himself with one too many times, and never in war.
