Back in the Beastworld.
The silence in the birthing chamber lasted for only a fraction of a second, but it felt like a rotting eternity.
Where Roxy had been lying just moments ago, there was nothing but empty air. The golden dust of her disappearance settled quietly onto the blood-stained furs.
Then, the Obsidian Palace erupted into a state of denial. The five Warlords, men who had conquered continents and commanded massive armies, completely lost their minds. Their logic shattered, replaced by a blind, feral panic that violently tore through the room.
Where the fuck did Roxy go?!!
Why the hell did she leave?
WHERE HAS THEIR MATE GONE?
"Where did she go?!" Torian roared. The massive White Tiger Alpha dropped to his knees, his claws extending as he frantically tore at the heavy furs on the bed, desperately searching for a hidden magical rift. When he found nothing, he turned his fury on the room itself, his claws gouging deep, jagged trenches into the solid stone walls. "Roxy!"
