ZANE'S POV
EASTERN TERRITORY, THE BLOODHOUND PACK
My feet thudded against the stone floors, echoing in the hallways. I turned to Grant. “The attack on our pack was planned and we need to make sure if the alpha of the bloodhound pack is a friend or foe in these times”
Grant’s expression remained skeptical. He hesitated before speaking. I huffed, “If you're going to say something, I'll suggest you do.”
“Alpha,” he started. “Do you think that if they were involved in the attack they would admit to it?”
I chuckled darkly. “I know Xander” I stopped and faced him. “He's not afraid of anyone. And that's his weakness. If this was him, he would brag about it instead of cowering in fear.”
I continued my pace. “And besides” I added. I brought a little incentive to ensure he tells the truth.”
