Jasmine's POV:
Two days ago, Mason left in the dead of the night with his warriors. He had promied he'd take me with him, but all he left was a note at the side of our bed.
"What kind of king would I be if I bring you along to a dangerous mission? What kind of man am if I can't fulfil my vows to protect you, by keeping you away from where the danger is.''
The pack house felt eerily quiet without Mason and the warriors. I tried to keep myself busy, helping with pack duties and attempting to calm the worries of those left behind.
As night fell on the second day, I found myself in the library, poring over old texts for any mention of The Shadow Council. The queen entered, her face drawn with worry.
"Any luck?" she asked, her voice soft.
I shook my head. "Nothing concrete. Just vague r
