Andre’s P.O.V

“General.” A soldier knocked on my door at midnight.

“Come in,” I called out; placing the book I had been reading on the table in front of me. “What is it?”

“General…it’s your mate.” He panted, looking as if he had run quiet a distance before reaching here.

“What about my mate?” I stood up from my chair, instantly alert.

“I saw her leaving just now.” He said almost fearfully. “She had a bag and she escaped to the woods.”

“And no one stopped her?” I asked incredulously. “What about the castle guards?”

“I think they sensed her…but they let her go.” He gulped. “I came running when...