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Mad king Louis was recovering. He had some hope that his only child was alive. He had given orders to have every pack surrounding the crash site searched.
“I’m sorry my Lord, we’ve found nothing,” Avery said in a placating voice. It wasn’t a lie. Avery had led the search himself, with twenty of the king's best men. Of course, Avery knew the girl wasn’t going to be found there. If she was indeed with the twin alphas in Valiant Mountain, she was hundreds of miles to the south. He had hoped that when the search came up empty, the king would lose hope, but quite the contrary.
The King had groomed himself. His hair was combed out and drawn into a ponytail. His beard had been trimmed neatly. His face was washed and his clothes were clean, albeit a bit too loose on his bony
