The dungeon reeked of rust and damp stone, but tonight it reeked of something far worse: emptiness.
Orion's boots struck the floor like thunder as he descended into the underground chamber, his guards trailing in tense silence behind him. The torches flickered as if afraid of his presence, shadows bowing away from his towering frame.
But when his gaze landed on the two cells, his blood went cold.
Empty.
Chains lay broken, twisted metal dangling uselessly against the stone wall. The bars bent wide open as though they'd been nothing but straw. A snarl ripped from Orion's throat, raw and violent, echoing off the dungeon walls with such force that the guards behind him flinched.
"Find her." His voice was a growl that barely resembled words. "Now."
Dozens of Lycans scattered at once, rush
