At the Guardian Pack ... Alpha Logan’s mansion ... silence ruled like a curse.
Once, this house had been full of laughter, music, and the heady scent of feasts. Now it smelled like grief, old medicine, and the faint, rotting perfume of despair. The halls were too quiet. Even the guards patrolling the grounds moved like ghosts.
The search for the missing princess had slowed. What began as a furious hunt had turned into a hopeless ritual ... men sent out to “search” because their Alpha refused to admit defeat. But they all knew the truth. The princess, Diva Logan, was gone. Maybe dead to the mansion.
Alpha Logan sat in his chamber, the heavy drapes drawn to block out the morning sun. His once broad shoulders were slumped, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the armrest of his wheel
