Damien's POV
"Yes, Alpha," Michael replied.
Michael turned to walk away. I knew he was going to make some calls. He had just gotten to the exit when I stopped him with my words.
"Michael, I want to do it myself. Put them in the basement, and quickly find me a replacement," I said.
"Yes, alpha," Michael replied and exited the warehouse.
I shifted my gaze to Dr Francis. He was on his knees, bent over Ariana on the ground. I saw he had dressed her wounds and put some bandage on them.
"Are my pups alright?" I asked, staring at him.
"From a physical examination, it appears so," Dr Francis replied, and I frowned.
"What do you mean? Are you by your statement saying, they could be in danger?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"I am not saying anything in that regard. I was only able to do a ph
