Chapter 9 Getting her back

PARIS’s POV

"Paris! Paris!" my sister Christina called out as I followed Ember's scent.

But her call barely registered. Not when my mind was so consumed with thoughts of finding Ember. So much, we had so much that needed to be said. I had so many wrongs that I needed to atone for.

I looked left and right as her scent grew stronger, but I could barely even find her.

"where the hell are you?" I ground out, growing frustrated as moments passed by and I still could not see her. I was ready to move in circles, like a dog chasing after its own tail. That's if I didn't already look like one.

But the hall suddenly grew quiet as the lights were dim, and footsteps were suddenly heard on the stage that once was empty.

I raised a brow as a tall man with a distinguished aura appeared and I was captivated by the intense presence of the Lycan king.

"So this is what power feels like," I whispered to myself, unbeknownst.