Ivan
"Do you see what they do?" Diederick whispers in my ear, the memory fading into my mind. "Does that sound like something a family does? All your life, you've been denied the truth of your destiny. You were meant for much more than to rule this tiny little speck in the world. You were born to be a king."
I'm unable to speak. What could I say? Was any of what I'd seen real? It felt like it was, and Chagan and Fenrir stared at me like they expected me to believe it. Chagan had always known. Whatever my uncle did to me hadn't affected him, and he'd held onto that secret for me.
The werewolf king.