Leo growled softly. His Lion snapped his jaws inside his mind’s eye. The beast was on edge. He’d been that way since the second he’d stepped over the threshold of his ancestral home.
Five generations of Crowleys had lived and ruled under this roof. Five Lion Kings born within these walls. Inside the Palace was duty, obligation, resignation, and responsibility.
I am not ready yet.
Leo had his own life to live. His own mate to claim. A career waiting for him. This was not his time to rule. Not yet.
His grandfather had ruled for sixty years. His father had sat on the throne for only half that. Of course, after his mother’s death, his father had experienced a tremendous suffering. Their people had expected a slight change, but not this. Something was wrong.