Stephen's POV

The scent hit me the moment I walked through the front door of our castle. Wrong. Everything was wrong.

Maya's scent was fading, getting weaker by the hour, and underneath it was something else. Something that made my wolf pace restlessly in my chest, snarling and snapping at nothing. Chloroform. Fear. And another scent I couldn't quite place but made my teeth ache to think about.

"Where is she?" I bellowed, my alpha voice echoing through the stone halls.

Karl appeared at ...