Stephen’s pov
Absolute misery.
That was all I could feel ever since I realised what had happened. I stormed out of the mansion and shifted to my beast. The sky displayed a delightful mixture of colours: red, pink, and orange. I was conscious of the approaching sunrise and the fact that, if my father's men were in the vicinity, I had a good chance of being discovered.
But I couldn't care less. With a heavy heart, I flapped my wings and soared into the air with no destination. Guilt and shame were weighing me down, but my father trained me to bottle it all up. Tears were for the weak, he would say. Still, If dragons could cry, my beast would have shed a tear or two.
As my dragon glided through the air, I looked around, hoping to see something that could give me a hint of my mate’s wher
