Caspian’s pov
The kingdom seems to be messed up brutally. Third day in a row and there were no clues of the whereabouts of my mate. Every passing second was like a chokehold on my throat and I wished to survive long to bring her back. My lycan inside my head knew she wasn’t dead, till now but without her, I was going berserk. My mental state was getting worse, it felt as if someone had snatched my will to live. Poured the bitter golden liquid in a quartz and gulped it down with a burning throat.
A loud knock on the door and it pissed the f**k out of me. I growled with my wolf senses and in a fraction of second, I swung at the door, glaring however wished death upon them. I wanted to kill that person but my arms stopped to see a familiar face at the doorstep.
“What are you doing here?”
