Chapter88: Morris Is a Moron

*Tristan* The volcanic rage surging in me is distracting me from the pain in my shoulder. I have no time to listen to anyone explain what has happened. Morris has been warned, but he has the guts to call our admonitions a bluff. A group of our warriors is right on our heels as we arrive, and we all quickly throw on some pants. “Where is he?” I bark as I push through the war room doors, followed closely behind by the other three Alphas. I can hear from their heavy breathing and hushed curses that they’re just as pumped up to lay their hands on Morris as I am. “What are you all doing back here?” King Gene asks as he jumps to his feet. “Where is Morris?” I repeat my question, not bothering to give him an answer. “He’s shackled in the crypt,” Beta Adam offers. I nod my thanks, and the four of us storm out of the room, heading toward the dungeons. “Tristan, do you know where the crypt is?” Mark whispers to me. I curse silently as the other three men look at me expectedly. We had made quite