The slave's whereabouts.

Sirius’ POV.

I sat in my high oak throne, anger and anticipation brimming my over consciousness. How would two slaves escape my confines? I am the ruthless Alpha of the Nightshade pack, this was surely a step on my name. I must make sure the news doesn't cross our borders. In fact, I mustn't allow my own pack members to hear of it.

I tapped my fingers on the handles of my royal-like chair, the sound of the rhythmic ticking of my nails rented the air.

I was patiently awaiting the return of the guards I had ordered to bring me back the escaped slaves. The night before, I had made an order for posters of the slaves to be pasted on every corners of the pack. I didn't care about my pack's great land mass, all I needed was to get those wretched slaves and show teach them a lesson they'd never forget.

And that was why I was a bit excited when I was informed that a raven had been received from a farmer from our southern border saying he had seen them. Without a moment of delay, I had sent out