The sun was peeking through the large narrow windows of the pack home. Brent and Brooke were now saying their goodbyes.
“I will go down and retrieve Roxy. Brooke, finish saying your goodbyes, and when I am back, we shall leave.”
Brent then walked out the back door and toward the dungeon. He walked slowly, not looking forward to seeing her in the horrible shape he knew she was probably in. It would be hard to face her, considering she had probably heard all the votes. Then to hear your own mate practically push you out the door themselves must have felt like a thousand knives being pushed into her skin.
“Roxy, it is time to go."
No response.
“Roxy?” Brent stepped down the small steps leading into the dungeon and rounded the corner to her cell. The cell was empty. “What the hell?” H
