"Where is she?!"
The Regent's roar echoed through the royal chambers as he overturned a delicate marble table. It crashed against the floor, shattering into dozens of pieces—much like his carefully constructed plan.
Valerius paced the length of the ornate room, which now bore the evidence of his uncontrolled rage. Shredded curtains hung limply from their rods. Splintered furniture littered the plush carpet. The remains of priceless artifacts—some dating back centuries—lay scattered like fallen soldiers across the battlefield of his temper.
This was supposed to be where I kept my prize. The chamber where Seraphina Moon would have remained until Kaelen Thorne broke.
But the room was empty. His leverage gone.
"Incompetent fools!" he snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously as his wolf strained against its human confines. Claws extended from his fingertips, leaving deep gouges in the antique desk as he gripped its edge.
