Author's POV
In a dimly lit room deep in an unknown place, two figures sat bound to wooden chairs—hands tied, mouths gagged, heads cloaked in dark cloth. They writhed gently, muffled groans echoing off the stone walls, struggling against restraints that refused to budge. Their hands hurting.
The silence was broken by the slow creak of a door opening.
A figure entered—holding nothing but a flickering candle. The flame danced ominously in the gloom as the person approached. With a slow, deliberate motion, they tore the hoods off the two prisoners.
Revealed beneath were Sir Claus, former Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, and Anna, his mate…the once-respected Luna. Their eyes widened in disbelief. Breath caught in their throats. But it wasn't the room that stunned them.
It was the man standing before them—candlelight casting shadows over his twisted grin.
Marcus.
Their former Beta.
