Kael’s POV

The howl tore from my throat before I even realized it. The entire pack heard it. The command in it.

I stood in the war room, fists planted on the heavy oak table, my chest heaving like a storm was caged inside it. Daniel and Frank hovered near the maps, their faces tight, their eyes fixed on me like they were waiting for the world to split open.

“She took him,” I growled, every word dripping fire. “Venessa took my son.”

Daniel nodded stiffly. “She’s not in the pack house. We searched every corridor, every chamber. She’s vanished.”

My hand slammed the table, the sound cracking through the...