Darcell POV:
"Have you seen the crown prince?" the queen asked a warrior who had just entered the dining hall. He bowed his head, avoiding her gaze. "No, my Queen, not since yesterday's meeting."
She mumbled under her breath, and the soldier continued to his post.
There was a dreadful vibe in here. Everything felt off. Here I was at breakfast, a time that typically radiated calm, yet the atmosphere was heavy with anxiety. The royal family and other high-ranking wolves sat in ghostly silence, starkly contrasting their usual morning banter. This stillness spoke volumes; it warned of the chaos on the horizon, poised to erupt and disrupt our lives.
I glanced at the empty seat beside the king—Soren's seat—and a sense of foreboding crept in. No one had seen or heard from him since yesterd
