The chaos the triplets felt was akin to the one in the great hall of the royal palace that evening.
Their wolves did not ask for permission.
.
Terror. Pure, ice-cold terror flooded the link. Seren's fear tasted metallic on their tongues, her heartbeat a frantic drum they could hear in their own ears. She was alive...thank the Moon, but she was hurting, alone and scared.
Kael's roar split the air first. "Seren!" he rasped, the name tearing from his throat.
It was not the controlled growl of a crown prince; it was the bellow of a beast unchained. Tables overturned as he vaulted forward, claws already shredding through the sleeves of his fine tunic.
Servants scattered. Nobles pressed themselves against the walls, eyes wide with shock. The most powerful wolves in the realm, the three alphas who had ruled their instincts with iron discipline for years, were losing control in plain sight.
