Chapter 074
DARIUS
I was pacing the throne room, my boots echoing against the stone floor with each agitated step. In my hand was a cup of wine, though I had not taken more than a few sips.
My mind was too occupied to appreciate the taste.
The door opened, and Torren entered carrying a stack of letters. He set them down on the table in front of me without a word.
"What do the letters say?" I demanded, stopping my pacing long enough to look at them.
Torren's expression was grim. "They arrived earlier this morning. Every single neighboring pack is reporting the same thing—twenty-five of their young wolves mysteriously disappeared from their homes overnight. There were no traces or signs of struggle. The parents woke to find their children simply gone."
I let out a low whistle, the so
