Tyler
After a few unnerving moments, the patroller’s eyes returned to normal, meaning he was done with his mind-linking .
“You will be escorted directly to Alpha Mateo’s office,” he said, and four patrollers surrounded me.
“Wait! We don’t need to be escorted! We… Tyler didn’t do anything wrong!” Bianca intervened, and all I could do was give my Foxy a reassuring look, to which she huffed and shook her head but stopped opposing it. We walked towards the pack house, the patrollers’ eyes fixed on me. I could smell the adrenaline in their blood and see their dilated pupils. They were in full defensive or better said cautiously offensive mode, acting as if I was about to attack them at any time.
“We will talk to him, Little Fox, that’s what matters,” I mind-linked her. Soon, we arrived
