This time, Battal took a deep breath before responding, and there was something about the sound of it that suggested he was either exhausted or struggling to accept the position he had found himself in.
"Thank you for asking, Alpha Ravyn. Honestly, I have no idea what's happening in the kingdom. If I contact anyone there, they'll be able to trace my location."
Ravyn raised a brow, his mind immediately racing. It was almost as though the king was running away from his own kingdom, hiding from his people and keeping his distance from the very throne he had killed to protect.
"Aren't you afraid they'll replace you?"
"We have rules, Alpha Ravyn. Until they find my dead body, they can't contest for a new king." He hesitated, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of uneasiness. "But I'll be going back soon. I need to get used to my prosthetics before facing my elders."
