Walking out of the estate, the Prince was nowhere to be found. Instead, four warriors stood guard, the one at the front stepping forward with quiet authority.
“Princess Mishka, remain under our protection. The Prince was summoned the moment you exited the throne room.”
His words were heavy, but I knew they were truthful. As we waited, a sound reached me—raw, fractured, and agonizing.
A broken mate bond.
Sora.
Luna Queen Maya’s wolf screamed through the link, writhing in pain. I knew instantly what it meant. The bond had been damaged. With the full moon drawing near, my strength was already waning, my power thinning with every passing second. I wanted—needed—to reach her, to ease the agony, but I did not know how.
The Prince finally returned from the throne room, his expression tight,
