Vorian POV
“How many miles separate my pack from your home?” I asked, picking a question I knew they could answer.
“Roughly a hundred and eighty miles,” one of them responded. That lined upabout the distance between Oren’s pack and mine.
“Alpha…” Varek started, but his voice trailed off.
I didn’t need him to finish. I already knew what he was thinking.
“Yeah,” I muttered back.
Varek’s tone hardened. “Here’s how this is going to work. You’ll all get up and follow me. If anyone tries to run, you’ll be killed.”
They rose to their feet, heads bowed, and moved as he ordered, following him toward the cells. They weren’t criminals, and I wouldn’t treat them as such but until this was untangled, they needed to be contained.
“Alpha?” A warrior jogged over, a phone in his hand. He held it ou
