Dominic's POV
The throne room was dead quiet. Just a couple of guards by the doors, standing ramrod straight. Still had that weird smell, old parchment mixed with candle wax from the council.
“Where’s the Luna?” I asked, voice flat.
One of the guards shifted, clearly not wanting to be the messenger of bad news. “She left the palace, Alpha. With Beta Dante.”
That did it...a gut punch. Kept my face chill though. “Where?”
“Wine shop in the city. She said she was restocking the cellars.”
Wine.
Of course. I could picture it perfectly. Elora and Dante were weaving through the city, acting like they owned the place. My Luna. My wife. And, wouldn’t you know, my brother.
That stung.
I told them to get the horses. I practically flew through those streets, cloak flapping like some storybook
