Roman
As Detective Timothy and I walk to the cells, I reach out to get a feel for the pack. Samara and Ayla still have their aura over them, keeping them calm. However, I can feel the unrest, the frustration that their Alpha has been held captive for nearly a week.
I nod at my warriors as I pass them at the doorway of the cells then we jog down to the underground holding area. Up here in the north, the cells can get very cold. Usually, as wolves, we don’t feel the cold, but when you have been sitting in a cold, damp, dark cell for days, the cold eventually begins to seep into your bones. I’ve used the tactic to punish several wolves in my pack over the years. And it seems to have worked on Dylan as well.
When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I see Dylan sitting on a cot, his head in h
