As the chaotic uproar rising from the narrow corridors of the manor merged with the tense heat building outside the treasury, the heavy marble pillars of the dining hall seemed to shudder with sheer disgrace.
Uncle Samuel, the elite Alpha who had been noticeably absent for some time and rumored to be away on a grand hunt, had finally been located.
I trusted him. I know what he do. He is a loyal man.
However, he was not returning like a triumphant hero from a glorious expedition; his wrists and arms were bound tightly in heavy silver chains that seared his flesh like raw meat, his knees forced mercilessly down onto the unforgiving stone floor as a common prisoner.
In this court, where hierarchy and loyalty stood above all else, Alpha Graham stepped forward, his breath ragged with fury. His vocal cords were strained to the absolute breaking point as he barked directly into Varg's face, his words laced with bitter venom:
