Alpha Drake
She protruded her lips and tip-toed.
Upon reaching the dark and cold living room, she heard crackles.
“Damn it, Dillon! How did that happen?! Are they controlled?!” A thunderous cold tone of Drake, she heard.
She stopped from the big vase of plants and hid, listening.
“I—I don’t even know, Alpha. There’s no even visual when that happened, again.” Disappointment engulfed Beta Dillon’s voice.
“Was the Kingdom infiltrated?” Drake asked his Beta.
“Not yet, Alpha. Warriors were scattered to surround the whole kingdom,” Dillon trailed off. “If the rouge was the head of this sudden attack, we make a move.”