Page 111 of The Demon King's Destiny

Marrok’s stomach dropped. There was no way Hale had arrived yet. Something had happened.

He looked to the roof and could make out royal guards engaged with rogues. They’d made it to the roof. Terror ripped through the bond he shared with his mate.

He tore through the crowd, dodging and carving his way inside the palace. Marrok sprinted up the stone stairwell to the top level. Bursting out through the door on the rooftop, he searched for Evelyn’s dark red mane.

He easily caught site of Danil as his friend’s blade sliced through the rogue attacking him from the side. The rest had already been put down by the time Marrok had reached the roof.

“Danil,” he snapped.

The male turned, meeting Marrok’s eyes, his mouth tight.

He shook his head. “Dmitri. Less than a minute ago.”

Marrok’s roar was so loud, so heart-wrenchingly full of despair, the rogues below paused, feeling the pain of their King. Some fed off of it, some dropped to their knees covering their ears. The soldiers took advantage, slaying only the ones still fighting.

Favin looked around, perplexed at the rogues who were submitting. It reminded him of how wolves yielded to their alpha.

“Secure the ones kneeling, kill the rest!” he ordered the guards in the courtyard. Then he turned and headed for the roof, running like his King’s life depended on it.

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