Zephyrine POV
The chilling wind howled through Grim Hollow as Xelvorn stepped inside Lord Caden's private chamber.
Servants stepped aside quickly, lowering their gazes. No one dared to speak.
He was a force of nature when angered, and they all felt it in the marrow of their bones.
Silver stood at the far end of the corridor, her arms full of ancient scrolls. She looked up, startled, as Xelvorn approached with anger in his eyes.
"Silver," he called.
She straightened. "My Lord."
"Where is Lord Caden?" He asked.
Silver hesitated, glancing toward the hallway that led to the eastern wing. "He—"
"Don't test my patience." His eyes narrowed, crackling with restrained fury.
She dropped her scrolls immediately, sinking to one knee, her head bowed. "Forgive me, my Lord. He's... he's gone to the werewolf realm."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Xelvorn stared at her, unmoving, the fury in his gaze deepening.
Silver kept her head down.
