Caesar's POV
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I descended the concrete stairs into the basement facility. The scent of fear hit my nostrils before I even reached the bottom step. Good. Fear made men talkative.
I rolled my shoulders, letting my wolf push closer to the surface. The beast was restless tonight, hungry for retribution against anyone who dared target what was mine.
My footsteps echoed against the concrete as I approached the reinforced steel door at the end of the hallway. Dylan stood guard.
"Alpha," he acknowledged with a slight bow of his head. "He's been secured for two hours now. Getting jumpy."
I nodded, appreciating Dylan's efficiency. "Any resistance during extraction?"
"Nothing significant. We caught him leaving his apartment, nice and clean.
