(Author's POV)
Deep into the night, when the sky had turned completely dark, a sudden knock disrupted Lucius's precious sleep. Feeling agitated, he grumbled in his sleep, "Who is it? Its better be important or you are a dead wolf tonight."
Hanson entered his room, his face etched with sheer panic and horror. With a terrified voice, he conveyed, "Alpha Lucius, we have got a big problem."
Lucius waited for him to speak, his mood had already soured. Hanson continued, "The prisoner, Alpha Keith's son, he~, he~ has~"
"He~ what Gilbert? Stop fucking stammering or I will finish you right now," Lucius was pissed at his fumbling.
"Alpha Keith's son has escaped, Alpha Lucius." Hanson's voice was shivering as he lowered his head in shame.
Lucius, who was acting lazy until now, frowned and got up at once, "He escaped? How? And, what are you doing here? Playing chess? Don't waste time and go catch him this instant."
