DOMINIC The grand hall was too loud. The music was playing, the elders were drinking, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air. Everyone was celebrating the alliance between the White Wolf Pack and the southern kingdom. Princess Vivian sat next to me at the high table, wearing her bright dress and talking to the lords about the new laws we would make together. But I was not listening to her. I could not eat, and I could not drink. My chest felt tight, and a strange feeling of dread was growing in my stomach. I looked down at the main floor, searching for the small, quiet figure that usually stood by the pillars. Adeline was not there. "King Dominic, you are not listening to me," Vivian said, touching my arm. "My father’s ambassadors are waiting for you to toast to our marriage. You dont look happy." I pulled my arm away from her touch. I did not care about the ambassadors, and I did not care about the toast. The bond in my chest was pulling at me, screaming that somethin
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