Henry's POV
Morning broke gray and cold over the Iron Fang pack. I rose before the first howl, restless. Sleep had been a stranger to me all night, thoughts of Elara gnawing at my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, the look on it was defiant, furious, and still somehow soft beneath all the rage.
I pushed the feeling aside as I strode toward the chamber where she was kept. Whatever bond tugged at me, I had to stay in control. She was dangerous, and my people needed me to be steady, not weak.
I unlocked the heavy door, stepped inside… and froze.
The bed was empty. There was no sign of her anywhere in the chamber. Elara was gone.
A roar ripped from my chest before I could stop it. The guards outside rushed in, heads bowed, eyes wide.
“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice
