Wrath of the King

Maverick’s POV

The moment I stepped onto the palace grounds, I felt it—

The air was too still. The guards avoided my gaze. The scent of fear clung to everything, thick and suffocating.

Wyatt had joined me for a business trip yesterday but I had him return home as soon as I heard that there was an attack on the pack. He met me at the entrance, his shoulders stiff.

“Where is she?” My voice came out