Kaelen had prepared himself to give her an earful the next day.
But the next morning, she was gone.
The King of the North didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He let out a concussive, deafening Alpha howl that violently shook the very foundations of the Iron-Wood Manor.
The shockwave of his panic instantly woke the fortress.
Torian, who had been sleeping in the adjacent wing, burst through the mahogany doors of the master suite three seconds later, his claws fully extended, his massive chest heaving. "Kaelen! What is it?!"
Before Kaelen could answer, Zarek vaulted up the grand staircase, his fangs bared. Syris and Caspian materialised right behind the Dragon King, their eyes completely wild with defensive instincts.
"Where is the threat?!"
Kaelen turned to face them, his face paler than the winter snow. He didn't speak. He violently shoved the crumpled, terrestrial blue diary directly into Syris's chest.
