Alpha Derrick stormed into his pack house, his boots echoing against the polished marble floor.
Fury burned in his veins as he paced back and forth in the grand living room, his breathing heavy, his fists clenched.
His mind was clouded with anger, frustration, and—though he would never admit it—doubt.
His men stood before him, tense and silent, their eyes fixed on the floor.
Among them, Mark was kneeling, trembling slightly. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he avoided Derrick's fiery gaze.
Derrick stopped pacing abruptly, his eyes boring into Mark like daggers.
"Mark," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "I believe you have a lot of explaining to do... Start talking."
Mark swallowed hard, his mouth opening slightly, but no words came out. Fear paralyzed him.
Derrick's patience snapped. "What's wrong? Did you suddenly go deaf and dumb?" he barked, stepping closer. "I asked you a question, Mark!"
