The weight of the guard's words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Tharion. Missing. A female with him. For an entire day.
Jorvahn's body stiffened instantly. His fists clenched at his sides, his usually composed demeanor cracking with a storm of emotions. His son was missing? And no one knew?
His first instinct was to demand why they were only just hearing this now, but before he could speak—
A piercing scream ripped through the air.
The sound was so sharp, so filled with agony and despair, that even the guards at the gate flinched.
Every male snapped their heads in the direction of the Capitol.
They didn't even need to speak.
It was her.
Nivara.
The air shifted.
Without hesitation, the males moved as one, storming past the guards who barely had time to step aside. Their footsteps pounded against the stone path leading into the city, their senses locked onto the source of the cry.
But they didn't have to go far.
Because she was already outside.
