After a quick shower, Atlas crawled into bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me pulling us as close as we could be. “We have a lot to discuss,” he said into my hair as he kissed the back of my head. “Morning,” I said half asleep. Atlas chuckled, said goodnight, and fell asleep within seconds.
“I thought we were doing this tomorrow?” Beta Keith asked as he and Alpha Andrew entered the dungeon. “I need answers,” Alpha Andrew said as they entered the pack's version of an interrogation room. It was a ten-by-ten concrete room with a chair bolted to the floor in the center. The walls were adorned with whips, chains, and all manner of tools used to extract information. Werewolves aren't scared of blood or torture due to our schooling. We are taught from a young age that it is a necessity
