Theron
Crisp curses left my mouth as the whip I held shattered upon landing at the rogue in front of me. Just last night, the border monitor alarmed, and Alex swiftly apprehended this one. Looking at his face, I immediately recognized him as one of the rogues who had escaped the asylum. We tried to extract information from him like we usually do, but he remained frustratingly silent.
"This one's a tough nut to crack, Alpha," Alex grunted, frustration evident in his tone.
A week had passed since the asylum was attacked, and undoubtedly, this rogue had been among his cohorts during those days. Yet, their presence wandering around today was a glaring red flag. They were undoubtedly up to something once more.
"What are you all after this time?" I demanded, my voice stern and resolute. "Spe
