Fighting The Alphas Bond
The northern pack was starting to fall.
In the main cabin, much further away from the pack grounds, Alpha Lucius was fighting to keep his composure as his right hand, Lou, briefed him on the situation at hand, a fight that he would lose at the mention of his uncle. Clenching his fists together, so tightly his knuckles became white, Lucius looked at Lou with eyes lit with rage.
“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that; save it for Silas,” Lou said.
“I would, if the bastard would only show his face”, Lucius’ voice was pressed.