"Prepare my personal guard," the King commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "The full contingent. I am paying a visit to the Sivercrest Pack. I want the best trackers. The fastest wolves. And. We will surround them from all sides."
The voice on the other end responded with a sharp "Yes, Your Majesty."
The King ended the call and looked at his son.
"Stay with your mate," he said. "Protect her. Comfort her. I will bring Rana back. I give you my word."
Caleb's throat tightened. His eyes burned.
"Father—"
"She is family now," the King said simply. "She is your mate's mother. She is the grandmother of my future grandchildren. And I do not abandon family."
He strode toward the door, his aura blazing with power. His footsteps echoed on the stone floor, each one deliberate, purposeful.
