Winston's POV
Following the precise directions provided by my personal guard, I navigated the terrain in pursuit of the location where they had apprehended Jameson. It wasn't just a matter of strategy; it was a matter of honor. The scent of my adversaries guided me through the wilderness, and before long, I reached my destination. I stood still for over a minute, trying to catch in both my breaths and my thoughts together. Once I was ready, I got into the business of the day.
From where I stood on the hill, the scene before me was a vivid tableau of confrontation. My loyal men had already encircled the treacherous Jameson, who stood defiantly in the center, guarded by a contingent of Darius' men who had decided to support their Alpha even after the chat we had. The intensity in the air
