"Your Highness, Princess Abigail has been missing for a month. The guards and witches found nothing. No one has come forward to demand a ransom. She is either dead from an accident or maybe she ran away. The only clue left behind is her handkerchief, she simply vanished."
"One does not simply vanish!" The Alpha King roared. "She was taken. I know this deep in my bones. I know she is still alive, I can still feel her in the family bond. My Luna Queen can still feel her. She did not run away. She has no reason to. We are not pressuring her to get married, we let her make her own decisions. No, someone knows something!" He slammed his fist on his desk, cracking it in half.
The steward stood stoically, staring at the Alpha King in all his worry and anger. He wished he had good
