Cyrus rushed to the hospital to gather clues on who could've taken Amelia and where.
His wolf was restless and edgy. Even a little provocation was enough to make him lose control. First, it was Dominic's daring move, then it was his mother's demise, and now someone kidnapped Amelia, all on their watch.
It bothered him that, despite being one of the legendary wolves, he couldn't protect his mate, and this was the second time.
Although he didn't blame Cyrus, given the situation's demands on his presence, he still felt disappointed.
It was the third time they lost sight of their mate in the same week, and she got hurt—the thought alone made him loathe himself.
When Cyrus reached there, the guards who were appointed to guard the room and ensure nothing happened to Amelia stood in a line in the corridor.
Everyone kept their gaze low, not daring to look into the eyes of their seething King, knowing they failed at their job.
