(Third Person POV).
"Who unleashed the horse?" Draven asked, voice low and dangerous as his gaze travelled from one person to the other.
No one spoke.
The warriors looked stunned, their heads bowing in confusion and shame. They shouldn't have neglected their duties even for a second.
The Alpha wasn't going to forgive this.
Jeffery, having just caught up, barked orders at a few of them to secure the remaining horses.
Wanda panicked, seeing Xamira standing at the side looking all guilty. It was only a minute before Draven found her and connected the dots, and she didn't want that to happen.
She doesn't want Draven to ever know who unleashed Tempest and caused such ruckus. It wouldn't benefit her. After all, Xamira had been in her care. She would have a take on the blame.
In hopes to distract Draven, Wanda stepped forward, her smile tight and her voice overly sweet. "It must have been an accident, Alpha. Perhaps one of the servants forgot to secure the latch properly."
