DIMITRIS POV

It had been one month since we captured Gideon and brought him to Blood Moon. Though 'captured' might be the wrong word. He'd willingly surrendered to us, not putting up an ounce of fight. His new home was the dungeon, obviously. Occasionally, he would leave, transporting himself to his home, wherever that was. The first time he did it, I lost my mind.

"I do need to change clothes, you know." He'd said.

The frustrating part was, I couldn't stop him. I could chain him to the wall but it wouldn't make a difference. The confusing part though, was that he always came back. He'd be gone for...