Nathaniel
Darcy and I ran hand in hand through the halls of the grand palace. She giggled and looked at me with those big brown eyes I had fallen so hard for. The growl of her menacing father cuts off the light of her laughter. The King of the shifters stands before us and grabs Darcy’s arm, and pulls her away from me.
I lunge for her only to be grabbed by the King’s guards. I am kept from reaching for my now screaming mate. “Nathaniel!” She kept calling as her father dragged her further away from me.
“Darcy!” I screamed while my wolf whimpered in my head. “Darcy!”
“Nathaniel!” She screamed back while her father cackled at our distress.
I can no longer see her, but I can still hear her. “Darcy!”
