The moon still hung low in the sky when Peter, cloaked in silence and shadows, walked through the hidden northern gate of the Nightshade Royal Castle. The sky above was tinged with the faintest whispers of dawn, but the grounds remained silent, wrapped in the serenity of sleep.
Peter shifted from his wolf and got dressed in a hurry. His face was dark with fury, every line etched with tension. His meeting with the witch had gone far from what he expected, and now, he returned burdened not with satisfaction, but with unanswered questions and a storm brewing in his gut.
The moment he stepped through the castle’s interior threshold, he reached through the mind link to his son. “Thas.”
Silence.
Again, “Thas, reply at once.”
Nothing.
Peter’s teeth ground together in rage. That i***t… he kn
