*Moonlight Pack — Dungeon, Night*

The dungeon beneath Moonlight Pack was cold and damp, built to crush the spirit as much as the body. 

Rats scurried in the corners, the stench of mold and unwashed bodies heavy in the air. George sat hunched on a cot of straw, his back pressed against the stone wall. 

His once proud shoulders were thinner now, his dark hair hanging unkempt over his face. But his eyes were still sharp and restless.

For months, he had waited.

Waited and listened.

The guards ...