Third Person.
The past few days had been akin to hell for Prince Caspian. He looked all tired and worn out, the light that usually shone in his eyes gone, replaced by darkness and gloom.
He looked dispirited as he made his way towards the palace mansion. And from his unfocused gaze, he was obviously having another argument with his wolf.
About what? Most probably, about Alessia.
Ever since she left, it was like his life had been flipped over, and he was hardly himself.
Every little thing annoyed him. Not his wolf, not his pups, and certainly, not his best friend who couldn't even get a single trail on Alessia's whereabouts.
It had been over a week since she left the palace, and in that period, he had hired several werewolf investigators, and still, none of them brought a positi
