Andre’s P.O.V
“General.” A soldier knocked on my door at midnight.
“Come in,” I called out; placing the book I had been reading on the table in front of me. “What is it?”
“General…it’s your mate.” He panted, looking as if he had run quiet a distance before reaching here.
“What about my mate?” I stood up from my chair, instantly alert.
“I saw her leaving just now.” He said almost fearfully. “She had a bag and she escaped to the woods.”
“And no one stopped her?” I asked incredulously. “What about the castle guards?”
“I think they sensed her…but they let her go.” He gulped. “I came running when I saw that the guards didn’t try to stop her. And I didn’t have authority.”
“f**k!” I slammed my hand on the hardwood table and it shook under the force, forming a c***k at the point of impact
