No one had seen her, of the numerous people he asked, until one of his Guard told him another had taken her, for some unknown reason, to the castle. But when he arrived at the castle, concerned at her disappearance but more, the meaning behind it, he found she was not there. And thorough was his search. So he found the rings he’d given her had been tossed into the fire. Now, his mother was there and he could hear more trucks arriving. He could sense a large number of wolves, probably smashed and looking for fun because the main celebrations were over as the fireworks had gone off as planned. But they’d gone off without their king being there to witness them or their queen for no one knew where the fuck she was. Twisted with this were the thoughts of what Lucien told him about how Leah’s dreams would be events in which she participated, nearly real, but Lucien dreamed more, more events, more detail of their plight.
