CHAPTER 6
Mikka woke to darkness, hissing as he tried to move. Closing his eyes once more. Damn, his head hurt.
“Son, take it easy. The drugs they gave you won’t kill you but they will leave you with one hell of a hangover.”
Mikka opened his eyes, “Dad, is that you?”
“Yes son.” Marco softly replied.
Mikka went to sit up, groaning as a little being seemed to do a tap dance inside his skull.
“Let me help you.” His father softly said.
Looking around, Mikka asked, “What happened? Where am I?”
“You were drugged and brought to an underground prison.” Marco replied.
“How are you feeling?” Another familiar voice asked.
Looking towards the voice, Mikka gasped when he saw his alpha. The man was hunched over holding his right side as fresh blood trickled down his left cheek. Gasping, Mikka
