Amanda’s pov.
“The king is missing,” Carlos’s voice is grave as he says this.
The council members share a grave look, Tella glances at me with worry in her eyes, but I don’t look at her. I don’t look at anyone.
My eyes are fixed on the polished surface of the table and I drum my fingers against it with a clenched jaw. My emotions are a mess and hence my ability to think rationally, until I can do that without blurting out an emotional piece of word vomit, I stick to drilling holes into the table with my eyes.
“Where was he last seen?” Lord Marcus asks, he’s one of the few lords I’ve spoken with face to face. He seems nice with his round glasses, soft gray eyes, brown hair and aristocratic beauty, but I know looks can be deceiving. Especially with the lycans.
“At the border,” Carlos gl
