Lord Maximus's POV
“What did you say?” I asked, rising to my feet. “My king, our spies alerted us that Melanin ran away,” the head guard explained, which brought a sigh of relief to my lips. If she ran away, that means she should be returning any moment now.
“Get a few men and position them at the boundaries of all the packs. Tell them to wait for her there and bring her safely,” I instructed, sitting back in my seat. “Yes, my king,” he stood up and was about to leave, but I called him back. “Take food and water; she might need it,” I spoke, worried and concerned.
Relaxed and relieved, I sank into the armchair and smiled to myself. Melanin was indeed wise to escape from such an intelligent and brutal warrior, but then I worried if she might have sustained any injuries.
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