Stephen's POV
The scent hit me the moment I walked through the front door of our castle. Wrong. Everything was wrong.
Maya's scent was fading, getting weaker by the hour, and underneath it was something else. Something that made my wolf pace restlessly in my chest, snarling and snapping at nothing. Chloroform. Fear. And another scent I couldn't quite place but made my teeth ache to think about.
"Where is she?" I bellowed, my alpha voice echoing through the stone halls.
Karl appeared at the top of the grand staircase, his face grim. "Gone."
That one word hit me like a physical blow. My wolf roared inside my chest, demanding blood, demanding answers, demanding our mate back safe in our territory where she belonged.
"What do you mean gone?" I took the stairs three at a time, moving fast
