George's POV

I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to get rid of the feeling their visit left. Rosina and Gerald, they were a big problem for me, always reminding me of the bad things in my own pack.

“Edward!” I shouted, my voice echoing down the quiet hallway.

My helper showed up right away, standing up straight and ready. “Your Highness?”

“I'm going to see Sirius.” I said, turning towards the jail cells. “Get the guards ready.”

Edward walked next to me. “Of course, Your Highness. Everything is ready.”

We walked quietly, the only sound being our boots hitting the stone floor. As we got to the room...