Third person’s POV
The Kings landed in Germany within an hour of their departure. Their faces were stoic, their blood was running with rage and their eyes held nothing but deep ferocity for the one who leaked the news and the packs who dared raise a finger on their mate.
But with all this they even had a sour feeling in their heart. The fact that their mate was questioning her own worth, her own capability made them want to kill the person who started all this.
They wanted to provide the comfort their mate wanted but they couldn’t when the root to all the trouble was still out there.
The damn traditionalist packs.
The ride towards the Dämmerung (dawn) pack was silent. No one spoke a word as the Kings were busy in the thoughts of their upset mate and the Vampire King was busy talkin
