"How dare you treat me like this!" Alpha Marlow bellowed as the two wolf guards hauled him through the packhouse, his wrists cinched in suppressor's cuffs. The metal was cold, and he couldn't call on his wolf's strength even if he could.
He spat and thrashed, but the guards were not moved at all. They shoved him down the corridor toward the cells, past the echo of the celebration that still droned in the courtyard.
Marlow's face was livid, veins bulging on his temples, "Once I'm free from this place, I'll make sure you —"
One guard pushed the heavy iron door to the dungeon open while the other stepped back, even as Marlow continued to curse them.
But a sudden yelp cut him off.
The guard who had his back staggered, hand flying to his mouth. Blood slicked his fingers while a silver dagger protruded from his chest. He dropped to the ground, dead.
The second guard turned with horror on his face. They were under attack!
