“It’s been two days!” Wallace growled, pacing in the throne room. “I haven’t seen her, no one has seen her, I haven’t even sensed her in two days!”
Though it was illogical, he tried to comfort himself that if she had died, he would have felt it. The severing of a mate bond was painful and obvious in an instant.
Except when it wasn’t. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking back on Madelyn’s death.
“What if something is wrong?” he turned to Theoboro Greyfur, his best friend and the wolf he had to thank for his marriage to Lyria. “What if she’s…” he couldn’t bring himself to say the word.
“You’d know, Your Majesty,” he whispered. As ever, when in the company of others, Theoboro maintained formality. But he gently clutched the King’s arm in a gesture of support and frien
