Chapter 45 The Throne

• Bryan
• Every territory marked on the map was now marred with thick strokes of black ink, serving as a monument to every failure. Nobody knew where she was. She wasn't anywhere within the kingdom. Despite everything, my mate had slipped through my fingers. Vanished beyond my reach. Gone.
• A violent crack rang through the air like a battle cry as a chair shattered against the wall. First the chairs, then the tables. Each piece of furniture shattered under the force of my rage, leaving ornate woodwork reduced to broken remnants littering the floor. Despite the wanton destruction, I couldn't sate the anger inside me.