Meanwhile, inside the palace.
Raul’s eyes widened as his sorcerer’s spell faltered. He stared at the empty space where Ivy had stood, and then back at the guard who shot the arrow.
“How dare you shoot an arrow at your Luna?! My queen?!” He roared.
“I’m sorry…Alpha. I—”
But he never got to finish his statement. Raul tore through his throat with his claws and watched with empty eyes as the man struggled to breathe.
“She's gone...” Raul whispered in defeat, his voice shaking, as though the very idea of her escaping was too much to bear.
His sorcerers cursed, their eyes darting frantically around the room. “She... She’s strong. But she’s wounded.” The tone was unsettling. There was both fear and reverence in the man’s words.
“And you, Anto,” he barked, turning to look at the new sorcere
