Alpha Drake
Emily walked down the stair and headed to the dining hall.
She heard voices, talking and chirping. She tried peeking, but someone dragged her from behind, causing the people to stop and look in her direction.
“I caught her, Alpha! She’s peeking outside the dining hall!” The guy complained.
Emily’s struggling from the guy’s grip, then suddenly, Drake was in front of them, with his usual expression—dark and cold.
“Who the hell are you to touch that stray?!” he growled.
He pulled Emily’s arm from his warrior. He was mad; he could see his stray trembling, trying to calm him down.