As Jack and I made our way back to the office, the atmosphere was thick with tension. We could hear Ryan's voice reverberating as he led his mother to another location within the packhouse. His tone was far from gentle, a stark reminder that emotions were running high. Jack, ever the vigilant leader, quickly ordered a couple of warriors to stay nearby, though he cautioned them to maintain a respectful distance. She may have been a she-wolf and the Luna, but Ryan was not an Alpha at full strength, he was certainly not prepared for a confrontation.
Once we settled back into our routine, Jack and I focused intently on gathering as much information as we could about the Alphas who had found themselves imprisoned in our dungeon and the packs they represented. The realization was staggering—so
