Vladimir’s pov.
I paced my room severally, I knew I was playing a dangerous game but I didn't think it would end soon. I was thinking I had more time to gather my information on her. I went to her cabin and she had already left. I wasn't sad or angry, I knew I would always find her one way or the other. Her features and scent have been burned into my memory like coal. The only problem is telling my father that I am going to look for my mate because she disappeared.
I would have to tell him that my mate is a werewolf and that would begin a while lecture of how that is impossible and I was making things up because I didn't want to be king. I have never run away from my responsibilities before and I wasn't going to start now but my dad was untrusting ever since Stevenson left this cla
