Falcon stormed toward Kyle’s cell, disbelief pounding through his skull like a headache he couldn’t shake. He, the Alpha of the red moon pack, the invincible, untouchable Falcon—had been humiliated in front of his entire pack. His enemies had witnessed it. His subjects had witnessed it.

Someone had dared make a fool of him.

Who had done it? And how had they done it so cleanly, so flawlessly?

It had to be a witch. That was the only explanation he could stomach.

When he reached the dungeon, he looked into Kyle’s cell—and his breath hitched. Not only was the cell empty… but a Royal lay sprawled on the floor, face-first,...