Elaina
My legs moved before my brain could think. I was running. Running so fast that the wind slapped my face hard.
“Raven! Ryker!” I screamed their names so loud my throat burned.
Monica ran beside me, her face red and wet with tears. “I am sorry, Elaina. I am so sorry. I only left them for a few minutes. Just a few minutes to get them food and—”
“Where?” I cut her off. My voice was sharp like a knife. “Where were they last?”
“The west wing. Near the servant quarters. I hid them in a storage room because I thought no one would look there.”
We burst through a door and into a hallway that smelled like old wood and dust. My wolf was clawing inside me. She wanted out. She wanted blood. She wanted to rip apart whoever took our pups.
I could feel her pushing against my skin, trying to b
