The halls are dark, the palace silent, and my feet go light against the floor as I pass through a dinning hall and into the West Wing. My wolf is on alert, my senses heightened as I need them to be for this. Taking in a deep breath, I pick up his scent, the one that drives you crazy and your wolf mad. The one that can do things to you.
I remember the maids putting up a sheet that lists the names of the Alphas and their room numbers. Pulling open the door to the West Wing, I search for the paper, his scent growing stronger.
That's when I find it, the list of names and numbers. I search for his name, wanting to know where to find this menace. 213.
Just as I take a step back, about to head into the direction, I hit something.
Stumbling back into something, that's when I feel it, the spark
