Alpha Loren
“Okay, come with me, Mr Loren.”
I handed my daughters back to the kind police officer and followed them down the corridor.
He unlocked a door for us and held it open.
Inside was a table, two chairs and Cato. He sat with his arms folded and a bored expression on his face. When he saw us, he sat marginally straighter, but continued to stare straight ahead.
“Leave us,” Leo said, and the Sheriff promptly disappeared.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Cato?” Leo said, “In six months, you will be Alpha and this is the third time you’ve been arrested this month. We aren’t even at the end of it yet.”