[Donald's Perspective]
I stood up, knowing we'd never get any more clues from the smell.
Margaret had been taken. There was no doubt about it.
The Mist was able to hide the scent of the werewolves for a long time. I couldn't sense Margaret now because she was still in the Mist's range. They must not have gone far, but the key was that I didn't know the direction they had gone.
I tried to activate my Mindlink. Margaret's last attempt to contact me had been interrupted by something. As long as I could contact her and get a bearing, I would act immediately.
[Margaret, where are you?]
[Margaret, this is Donald. Tell me your location.]
The messages I sent sank into the ocean.
I looked toward the door. Christian had followed me. He looked around the room and said, "Your Majesty, what happened?"
"Margaret is missing," I replied in a low voice.
