Dameon POV
Lying in my bed between the two female rogues who I’ve tasked with keeping my bed warm and my needs met, I sit up and scream at the scouts who knock then enter my chambers, “Where is she!?” In a matter of 24 hours we have lost the scent of the Princess, the one destined to be my Queen.
“We are not sure, sir.” My lead scout Geoffrey stammers, looking down at his feet. “Her scent lingers on the space of land where the territories of Rosebud and Spirit Lake merge, but she’s nowhere to be seen and her aroma seems to be fading.”
In a fit of rage I rake my claws down the back of the rogue w***e to my left, lacerating her flesh causing her to cry out in pain. “Find her!” I command, “Do not come back until you do.”
“Yes, alpha.” The three scouts say with haste as they duck out of
