Jason pov
After ensuring Alpha Lowell was securely restrained, I turned to my men, my voice firm and unyielding. "Take him to the dungeon," I ordered, pointing towards the pack house. "Make sure he's tightly bound and can't escape. I want him watched at all times."
The guards nodded, hauling Lowell's unconscious body away. His limbs hung limp, a stark contrast to the powerful figure he once cut. As they carried him off, I could hear the clinking of chains and the sound of footsteps echoing in the quiet night.
We marched back to the pack grounds, the air filled with an uneasy silence. The weight of the day's events pressed heavily on me, a mixture of relief and anticipation churning in my gut. This confrontation had been a long time coming, and now the consequences had to be faced.
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