Before dawn broke, Gabriel had already shifted into his wolf form and gone for a run through the dense woods. When he returned, the mansion was still cloaked in silence.
Inside their room, Amelie was still fast asleep, curled peacefully under the blanket. He didn't disturb her. Heading to the bathroom, he freshened up and took a quick shower. The hot water did little to erase the sense of unease he experienced all night after finding the truth from Louis.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, he made his way to the underground prison.
But Mortis, the man who had dared to attempt kidnapping Amelie, was nowhere to be found.
He turned to the stationed guards and questioned them. The guards exchanged confused glances and paled expressions. "We-we don't know, Alpha."
