Kaelen’s POV
The royal stables were a complete mess of shouting enforcers and nervous, stamping horses right before the formal hunt, but my eyes were only focused on one specific stall.
I was standing near the center aisle, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my dark military jacket as my inner wolf tracked her scent. Lavender and pine needles. She was still inside the perimeter, but the locked bond was buzzing behind my left ear, keeping my pulse running at a frantic pace. Every time I felt her coordinates shift, my wolf wanted to pace the dirt ring, completely desperate to go drag her back to my side.
Then, I noticed a group of three men lingering near the back stalls.
They wore the formal Beta uniform pins of the Voss pack, but they were hovering entirely too close to Elara's f
