Calling in a few favors

"Do you have an update from the war council yet?"

Murphy's face peered through the glass at Lucien, and he nodded before opening the cell door, quickly closing it behind him. Lucien pointed to the seat in the corner, "Sit down." And Murphy felt his wolf scurrying to do as the Alpha asked. As far as Alpha's went, Lucien wasn't too bad. They all had that hereditary arrogance that they were born with, but he managed to keep it in check, and Murphy was glad of that. It was a shock to receive a werewolf prisoner, especially one as high up in the international gang circles as Lucien Stalker, but as long as he was treated with respect, he treated everyone else the same. But get on his bad side, and there would be hell to pay. The top dog had only lasted forty-eight hours after Lucien was transferred in before his body was found in the toilet. Of course, no one saw anything; no one ever did. But the next day, Lucien was the top dog and had stayed at the top of the f