The next morning found my Pack House surrounded by a mountain of guards and the Queen in our living room, sitting on a dining chair since the living room chairs had been packed. My Alpha squirmed, red in the face, the others looked ready to faint.
I walked in and considered running out.
"Your Majesty." I curtseyed as Madam Beatrice taught me to. She raised her hand for me to rise and when I did, I gaped a little. She had dark bags around her eyes and no smile on her tired face.
"I need my son back." She stated in lieu of a greeting.
I looked around me, wondering if Zion had returned so early but I could see nothing but the curious eyes of my pack that averted once I met them. Except for Ryker. Ryker held my gaze and questioned me with his eyes.
"He's not here."
Her eyes fel
