Kael’s POV~
I slamd the door to my room, making sure the sound echoed down the hallway. I knew Aeron was already working on Marek, getting under that bastard’s skin to keep him distracted. My brother was buying the ti I needed.
I didn’t waste a single second. My mate, she was the only thing that mattered now. I quickly stripped off my noble clothes and changed into a dark, hooded outfit. I needed to beco a shadow in the night.
I focused on my breathing, masking my scent and my presence. My technique was perfect; I had practiced this countless tis. Even under the watchful eyes of the forr Lycan King’s guards, I used to sneak out undetected.
I slipped through a hidden panel in the floor, moving into the cold, damp tunnels. I moved silently... without gaining any attention at all. I finally erged outside, deep within the palace grounds, far beneath the noses of the surrounding wolves.
A small smile touched my lips for a second, but it died instantly. As I moved through the outer courtyards, the scene was a nightmare.
The ground was littered with bodies. The rebels had butchered everyone like they were re cattle.
I saw the corpses of maids I knew and Lycan warriors who had died fighting. My expression turned stony and twisted with silent rage. I didn’t stop to mourn. I ran toward the palace wing where Selene’s quarters were located.
My heart was pounding against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of fear. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that she was alright. Maybe she was just hiding. Maybe she was waiting for to co and rescue her from this hell.
I barged into her palace wing, my body tense and ready for a fight. To my surprise, the hallway was eerily silent. There were no bodies here and no signs of a struggle. For a heartbeat, hope flared in my chest.
I thought that perhaps the attackers had overlooked this small corner of the estate. I ran down the long hallway toward her bedroom. When I reached her door, I found it standing wide open. My stomach dropped into my shoes.
"Selene?" I whispered, my voice trembling. I stepped inside, but the bed was empty and cold. I searched every corner, checking the bathroom and even the closets. I called her na again, softer this ti, hoping for a reply.
No one responded. The silence was deafening. My expression beca dark as the hope in my eyes began to dim.
I searched frantically, but there were no signs of her. It was as if she had simply vanished into thin air.
I tried to catch her scent, but sothing was wrong. Her sweet, flowery scent was missing, masked by sothing chemical and foul. I couldn’t tell if she had escaped on her own or if soone had snatched her away.
Both thoughts were equally disturbing. How could she escape through thousands of bloodthirsty wolves? I didn’t believe in miracles. I rushed back outside, my eyes scanning the ground for any clue of where she went.
As I circled the building, I caught a faint trail. It wasn’t Selene’s scent, but it belonged to the elder prince, Uncle Maximus. My eyes widened. Maybe he had reached her in ti. I dashed in the direction the scent led.
The trail led toward a dark, secluded part of the garden. The scent grew stronger, but I still couldn’t sll Selene. I was worried sick. Until I saw her with my own eyes, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
I turned a corner and froze. The ground was covered in blood. My heart stopped when I recognized a specific, familiar scent in the red puddles. It was Selene’s blood. She had been bleeding heavily right here on the stone.
The blood was mixed with a foul scent of sothing he couldn’t recognize at all. I felt like I was losing my mind.
The blood had actually co when a wolf had torn into her arm and injected her with poison.
I looked at the dead wolves nearby.
I wanted to bring those dead wolves back to life just so I could kill them again. I recognized more blood nearby; it belonged to Uncle Maximum. I didn’t know if they had escaped together or been captured.
I was spinning into a pit of despair when I heard a slight movent. I snapped my head toward a corner and found a wounded wolf lying there. He was one of Marek’s n, barely clinging to consciousness.
He looked up at , thinking I was one of his allies. "Help ," he wheezed. "The bitch was taken away. We couldn’t kill her like we were ordered to. Soone stopped us at the last second."
I lunged at him, grabbing him by the throat. "Which bitch? Who are you talking about?" I roared. My grip was tight enough to crush his windpipe, my eyes glowing with a murderous, golden light.
The wolf coughed, not realizing who I was. "The new Lycan princess. We had her cornered, but a man intervened. He killed everyone in my pack and carried her away. He was a monster."
I felt a surge of pure fury. "Who was he?
Where did he take her?" I demanded. The wolf just laughed weakly, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. He looked at with mocking eyes.
"We don’t know. He wore a mask," the wolf spat, already realizing that I am not his ally but his worst death.
"But it doesn’t matter. The girl was already poisoned. She won’t even survive a day. She’s as good as dead anyway. You’ve all lost."
I lost all control. I punched the wolf with enough force to shatter his skull. He went limp instantly, likely dead before he hit the ground. I stood over him, my chest heaving, as the world turned red.
I could hear my wolf howling inside , wanting to take out and find out about our mate.
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