"Amelia Everleigh!"
A voice echoed in the silent night, and the guards from inside immediately rushed to the large doors when the security informed them who it was.
Trevor, who had been sent to take care of the Princess, raised his brows as Miss Quinn rushed inside.
"It's Sir Dominic," Miss Quinn said.
Then she looked at the other guards.
"Why is he calling our Princess's name like that?" She didn't wait for an answer and walked out with Trevor hot on her tail.
Dominic seethed in anger. He only thought that it was his delusion that he saw Amelia's shadow there. Probably because she was the one who successfully called out Cyrus's wolf, he was imagining things.
But after his session with that person, when he walked out and went to the forest that led outside, he smelled it.
The smell was quite distinctive, and his wolf immediately recognised it. It wasn't the girl's smell that he caught, but the perfume she was wearing that was easily traceable.
