Georgory’s heart raced as they neared the pack prison.
His mind was swimming with questions, but the one at the forefront escaped his lips as they came to a stop in front of the iron gates.
“What’s going on, Daniel? Why is Eve locked up in the pack prison? What the hell is happening?” Georgory demanded, his voice filled with confusion and a hint of rising anger.
He turned to face Daniel, then shifted his gaze to Eve, who sat slumped against the cold stone wall of the cell, her face a picture of unconscious defeat. The sight only deepened his frustration.
Daniel remained calm, though his eyes carried the weight of the revelation he was about to drop.
“This is what I wanted to show you first,” Daniel said, his voice steady but serious. “But Georgory, I need you to hear it for yourself
