Chapter Ninety Six

Third-Person Pov

In the heart of the Silver Dawn pack, Murad's wrath raged like a storm. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now burned with a dangerous fire. The palace, once a bastion of power, echoed with his furious commands. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms as he paced back and forth, his growls filling the air.

“She’s gone! How dare she leave? How dare she defy me?” Murad’s voice, usually smooth and commanding, was now a low, guttural snarl, reverberating through the stone walls.

The guards, well-versed in sensing their king’s mood, dared not meet his eyes. They stood in tense silence, their faces etched with fear, as they awaited further instructions.

“Search the pack!” Murad roared, his voice echoing through the corridors. “Every corner, every hidden crevice. Tear this place apart if you must! Find her!”

The guards hurriedly rushed out, their footsteps echoing through the palace halls as they began their frantic search. Meanwhile, Murad’s mind raced with t