Unpleasant Visitors

Alpha Jaxon My men and I race towards Midnight Moon territory, my gut churning as we approach my pack borders. I know something is wrong. I can feel it. There’s no other reason why my Beta Don would abandon communication otherwise. The patrol guards begin to line the territory lines and all it takes is one growl to have them recognize me as their Alpha and send them retreating back to their patrol units. I mind link my men at the border, “where is Beta Don?’, I demand in my Alpha voice. None of them have the strength to make eye contact with me, their gazes all down cast towards the forest floor. “Holding cells”, one of them finally answers back and now I’m even more confused. Why would my Beta Don be in the holding cells willingly? This confirms that something is indeed very wrong. Fuck, I grumble as I begin to race towards the dungeon. “DON”, I yell as I shift into my human form and take long strides down the steps into the cold and dark hallway of the dungeon. I can hear the silver