I had pushed and pulled the weakling through the tunnels beneath my pack and through the now empty hallways of the packhouse. She had done nothing to fight it, and I was happy to finally get to my Alpha suite. News must have spread that everyone was to be in the safe rooms, or out defending the pack, because as we had rushed our way from the secure tunnels through my packhouse not a soul was around. All will have fled to safety or to defend, just as instructed. It had been such a long time since we had been in this position, and it was a position that I did not like to be in. It was a position no Alpha wished to be in. His pack under attack. But this was even harder for me, when I was not out there defending my own pack. What sort of Alpha did that make me?
‘A conscientious one.’ Draven
