Prisoners shouted to be let free as the four of us marched up to the holding cell that was supposed to house Troy Redwolf. The man had spent so much of his time making me miserable. Less than a month before, he had been the alpha of the Kings. One of his first acts as alpha had been kidnapping and hurting Tavi and me. Mere minutes ago, we’d figured out that he might be behind the feral wolf attack that had devastated the Kings Pack. My pack. Night—though he was still recovering from the injuries he’d sustained from the silver bullet shot by Evan, the wolf I’d killed—led the way to Troy’s cell. He grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. A soft gasp slipped past Tavi’s lips. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. The cell was empty, and the only indication that it had been used was Troy’s lingering stench. I clenched my fists at my sides, and my wolf began to snarl inside me. “The attack must have been a distraction,” Dom said, his voice little more than a growl.