I watch their movements and read their emotions like an open book. This pack has rules and regulations we abide by, every wolf is important because we all have different roles to play, what happens when one slacks off their duties, bad things happen.
The dark haired male with the sharp gaze finally gazes up, our eyes meet for a second before me bows his head back down in fear. I'm doing nothing to hold back my alpha power from them, they whimper and groan into the ground.
Do we have a traitor among us? Perhaps someone is leaving us exposed to attacks. Or they are just negligent?
"Speak before I rip your heads off your necks." I quietly tell them.
The youngest wolf, he looks to be in his early twenties whimpers and starts begging.
"Alpha, we didn't mean to. Mercy please" at this point
