*Moonlight Pack — Alpha’s Hall, Morning*
The news spread like wildfire.
First it was a whisper among the guards. Then a murmur in the training yard. By dawn, it went through the entire Moonlight Pack.
George was gone.
The dungeon cell that had once held him… the disgraced Beta, the son who betrayed his mate… now stood empty. The silver shackles that had burned into his wrists were discarded on the floor, twisted and broken as though they had snapped.
Alpha Williams stood in the hall when the guards delivered the report. His heavy cloak dragged behind him, his crown of authority glinting with polished steel. Yet his face, usually hard with arrogance, tightened with humiliation.
“How does a prisoner vanish from chains forged to hold Alphas?” he demanded, his voice sharp.
The guards sh
