65. Lost

Theon.

As soon as I saw the robed man raise the dagger over Callista’s heart, I lost it.

The anger that had been building up in me exploded as my wolf commanded me to protect my mate, and there was nothing I could do to keep my instincts from taking over. There was no way I could deny the way my heart seized at the sight, fear unlike any other rising in me.

Because Callista is under that knife.

The stealer who escaped me made me search half the country for her because I didn’t even think she would be brave enough to do what she did is finally here and had somehow gotten herself tangled with a mess of a situation.

How did this even come to be? The morning I realized that she wasn’t in the castle, my wolf had gone into a frenzy. I’d gone to my office to get started on some paperwork when Kellin had come bursting in to tell me, “Callista’s gone!”

The sewers. Of all the things she could’ve done, she’d taken the damned sewers. When I’d arrived at the washing room, the other maids were gath