The FEARLESS Alpha
“Is anyone there?’’ I asked with Curiosity and confusion.
No one makes a noise. For a moment there, I was convinced that I was alone before I felt a hand on my shoulder and returned immediately, ready to defend myself.
“Woah, woah, woah Princess... No need to be this feisty.’’ An elderly man probably in his late forties speaks up, setting his hands up and surrendering playfully. I haven't seen him before. Believe me when I tell you that I know every single member of this pack.
“Who are you?’’ My eyes drip down to his attire and shock fills me. He had a golden symbol on his jacket at the top of his shoulder.
“Forgive my manners, my name is Admiral Lenny Draft, I am-’’
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