"Your Majesty, our son is in danger! He has been abducted!" Presley cried out the moment she burst into the Alpha King's private quarters.
"I am already aware, Presley," Huxley replied, his tone unnervingly heavy.
Noticing a senior warrior standing beside him, she quickly looked back at her husband and held out the grisly items the servant had brought. "Look! They left a message written in his blood! Please, call Gideon," she begged, tears welling in her eyes.
Huxley took the parchment, his eyes hardening as he read the stark demand. With a subtle node, he glanced at Thomas, who immediately stepped forward and offered the phone to the Alpha King.
"Your Majesty, who could have done such a thing? Nothing like this has ever happened within these walls," Presley stammered, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "And to leave such an ominous message..."
"Calm yourself, Presley. Sit down," Huxley interrupted firmly, though a rare edge of strain cut through his voice.
